Michael Bay has a … distinct visual style. Here’s a breakdown of that style which is actually more than a little fascinating. “Bayhem” as it’s called is all about making every shot look epic and amazing and dynamic and no one quite does it like the man himself.
There’s a new TV spot for Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and it’s the first spot for this movie that makes me think I might like to see it! More importantly it features a new ninja rap. Unfortunately it’s not by Vanilla Ice like it was in Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 2 back in the 1990s but it’s a nice little callback whether they meant it to be or not. Who knows maybe this song will embody the style of the 2010s in the same way Ninja Rap did the early 1990s?
If you’re of a certain age, the modern *Transformers* films leave a very bitter taste in the mouth. Michael Bay’s re-imagining of the classic characters has robots with ridiculous racial stereotypes, body designs that are far too busy to be memorable, and fights that largely leave you confused and disorientated.
Well, filmmaker Harris Loureiro has spent the best part of a year making a film with his Optimus Prime and Constructicons fighting the way we always imagined as we threw our fantastically colourful and chunky toys across the playground. Watch!
There’s going to be a vocal contingent that argues that _Age of Extinction_ is the best Transformers movie. It isn’t. It’s not the worst (here’s looking at you _Revenge of The Fallen_) but it’s really not the best either. That whole discussion is kind of ridiculous though because when you stop and think you’ll realize that you’re arguing which f these terrible movies is the least terrible. If you think that’s _Age of Extinction more power to you because the movie does fix a few of the problems that the previous three had but it also introduces a bunch more problems to deal with.
The fatness of *Split/Second*’s cars perfectly captures the spirit of the game. Bright, colourful and ridiculously wide, they are quick to slam into anything that dares to get in their way, growling all the time like caffeinated angry tigers. At the risk of actually creating a genre, this is a determinedly *Michael Bay* racing game full of sparks and popcorn, a plump hog that has eaten the extra American fat and wants to drag you along screaming behind it.