Is it just me, or was the third installment of Transformers catered to all of Rosie Huntington-Whiteley’s best angles? After the story’s backdrop is set up, it opens with, and pans to, a boy-shorts friendly bum. Attached to a pair of glorious stems, to match a practically flawless 5’9 British baby doll bombshell. I repeat: Megan who?
It also felt like she got way more dialogue in this flick than Shia Labeouf’s last co-star. We have to give it to her…. for being the new eye candy on the block, she delivered the goods ( no pun intended ). She was well spoken, confident, and in all her scenes – whether walking, running, diving, jumping or falling she didn’t miss a step in those 7 inch stilettos.
Side note to Megan Fox: I wish you well, a lot of people can relate to getting fired, and it’s never fun. This time around, it went one of two ways for the audience: either every shot of Rosie made you think of Megan Fox and you started to make immediate comparisons OR every shot of Rosie made you forget Megan Fox, and you are now doodling her name on your binder.
I find it really interesting how staggeringly different the Critic score and the Viewer score is on this film though. Are the Critics these crusty old people who sit at a round table after viewing a film, make an ‘official’ review (i.e. opinion) to the public, but with an outdated sense of what good cinema is, regardless of the genre?
The acting was appropriate for the type of movie it is, but not necessarily the backbone. The graphics and storyline were the meat and potatoes of the whole thing. I myself was immersed and didn’t feel too much of the almost three hours it took to get to the finish line.
Bravo Miss Whiteley. Bravo.