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May 15, 2008

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Needs more soundwave.

It was not perfect, but I thought it was enjoyable.

It did need more Soundwave. And where is Grimlock when you need him?

"Um, what's the deal with the Black Transformer?"

I like it's sense of humor.

... I don't think they will ever make a better movie about cars that turn into ... robots than Transformers.

I dunno -- MoDo's metamorphosis over the past few years, if it were ever made for the screen, might give you a run for your money on that one.

No way, man. The original animated movie was vastly superior. I mean, it had Leonard Nimoy and Orson Welles! And the Micro Machines guy! That's an insane amount of raw talent.

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0092106/

"Um, what's the deal with the Black Transformer?"

They needed a Good Guy that they could kill of, so of course he had to be "ethnic".

This is practically an Althouse post.

Althouse -- Boobies !!

Because Ann's a moderately frustrated, itchy upper-middle-class type, and she just won't shut up.

Unlike MoDo, who desperately wants to both tout and disown her bluecollar background, and just won't shut up.

Incidentally, Molly bears absolutely no resemblance to Altmouse -- and her writing is succinct, spare, and en ponte.

Ann's work is turgid, pedantic, and doesn't 'link' in a logical way. And her metaphors suck elephants.

ahh, but it's no match for

zombie sheep in New Zealand!!!

Liked this way more than I intended to. But just to correct EGN & the follow-up, it needed Soundwave, period. The one in the movie was Frenzy (yes, Frenzy's a cassette, not a boom box, but if we get all canonical about it, I'll be forced to point out that Devastator is not a tank but rather a Voltronesque giant robot made up of six transforming construction vehicles, and how sad would it be to point that out?)

This almost matches the zombie sheep of New Zealand:

I’d love to see you take some responsibility for what you’ve done instead of whining that everyone’s talking about your breasts. I don’t give a damn about your breasts... it’s on and on about breasts, breasts, breasts, please don’t talk about my breasts.

-- Little Annie Althouse,
To Jennifer Valenti

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