Rarely have Michael Bay’s frenzied stylistic tics been so effectively intertwined with the substance of one of his films.
The sensory overload of Michael Bay’s hyperkinetic cinema is such that it eradicates any actual sense of place.
There’s something to be said for Michael Bay’s turn to less expensive films after crafting quarter-billion-dollar toy commercials for the better part of a decade.
On paper, Advanced Warfare is the best kind of step forward, taking any semblance of our modern world out of the equation.
Is everyone ready for Mark Wahlberg to tap in with another test run of his wooden “surprise face”?
Paramount jacks up the presentation of Bay’s unexpectedly bold Pain & Gain with a top-shelf A/V transfer.
Believe it or not, there’s an interesting idea lurking inside Dead Heat.
An outrageous true-life tale that’s perfectly suited to director Michael Bay’s insanely overblown stylistic and thematic temperament.
A Man’s Story does a major disservice to an artiste of fashion with a pretty amazing and prolific oeuvre.
Critics get a bad wrap for being “out of touch” with the masses, but Tomatometer listings indicate that critics have been surprisingly forgiving of superhero fare.
The core framework of The Do-Deca-Pentathlon feels a bit too basic and familiar for Mark and Jay Duplass.
For this list of 15 standouts, the door was open to hallucinations, inanimate objects, and even different species.
As long as there’s a Transformers film franchise, there’s a good chance Oscar nominations for special effects are going to be thrown at it like alien shrapnel.
Today, what stands out most about the film are the strange narrative tangents that occasionally lighten the mood.
The filtering aspect of a filmmaker’s strong personality has the redeeming power that committee-obedient, impersonal filmmakers can never hope to acquire.
Now honestly: Does this whole post already sound a little blah blah blah?
In the end, the action is insulting not because it’s merely uninspired, but because it’s inherently lazy.
I’m sick of this notion that movie critics don’t like to have fun.
Banal, belligerent, and brain-dead, it ultimately succeeds only at being far less than meets bare-minimum cinematic standards.
When I began this essay, it was Friday, May 8th, 2009, and Transformers celebrated 25 years of near-continuous presence in various media.