More than Meets the Eye
The website is up. The teaser trailer is out. Entire theaters full of grown men are being turned into awe-struck 6 year old boys even as I write this, just for having glimpsed a shadowy robot figure stomping a satellite. When that figure appeared before Pirates at a packed house in Georgetown last Friday, you could feel a wave of reasonably well adjusted men melt into a wild-eyed fantasy world of giant, Crayola colored robots pummeling the crap out of each other. Because the shadowy figure’s name is legend: Optimus. Prime. And he’s under the control of Mr. Badass Explosion-Auteur himself, Michael Bay.
Now, despite my high-minded grumbling about the triumph of spectacle over story, I absolutely cannot wait for Michael Bay’s Transformers. It’s got me in a serious Harry Knowles-like tizzy. I can honestly count myself as a no-kidding fan of the director, and the prospect of seeing the Autobots and Decepticons go at it in a bazillion dollar blockbuster is almost more than I can handle. And then you get set reports like this…
Let's talk about explosions a little bit. I deeply regret not keeping an explosion count from the very moment I stepped onto that white sand. I'd love to give you guys a completely accurate number of explosions on this single day of shooting. But I didn't even think of it until I was halfway through my visit and at that point it'd be useless to keep count. So, my guess is that I saw at least 40 explosions. Some single big explosions. Some a large grouping of 5 or 6 smaller explosions. Some explosions on buildings, walls, sand. It was nuts and just about the perfect example of a day on a Michael Bay set. I would have been pissed if I had gone out and spent the day on a stage watching 2 people talk.
More of my days ought to be in need of explosion counts; until that happens, I’m patiently awaiting the next Fourth of July, and Michael Bay’s Transformers.
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