Friday, March 13, 2015

...for the Devil sends the beast with wrath and it's name is Michael Bay



Ok in these few months while I was trimming my toenails, picking my nose, fixing some minor damage that recent flood bestowed to my neck of woods (but mainly picking my nose) I thought about writing something about Michel Bay and “The Bayboys” (my pet name for people from Platinum Dunes). But there was new Turtles movie looming on horizon and I knew there will be long line of critics, bloggers, rageholics and domesticated internet users waiting to take turn on good old spanking paddle and share their love on Bays virtual buttocks. So I (correctly I might add) reckoned there was nothing of note I had to bring for that particular party and smartest thing to do would be to grab some snacks and beer pull up my comfiest chair and just enjoy the show. I did just that and I have to say, you ladies and gents of the web know how to throw good old shindig, like in olden times when lousy artist were escorted from the stage with the help of rotten food and broken bottles, my hat goes down to you (or it would if I ever decided to wear one), even to those few gentle souls that from sidelines urged you not to aim for the face since even lousy artist need to make a living. Unfortunately outside the web in filthy, filthy real world said artists raked millions and millions of dollars just like they always do and will continue doing until finally their core audience wise the fuck up and make one of their atrocities bomb so hard that sheer financial loss will serve like a cautionary tale for decades to come. But that of course is just the wishful thinking. Well why am I now crawling from under my rock and hoping on this virtual soapbox?

The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (2 movies)
The Amityville Horror
The Hitcher
Friday the 13th
A Nightmare on Elm Street
Transformers (4 movies)
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

What each of these movies has in common is that every one of them is one of cherished memories from my childhood and second one is that each and every one of them was, to greater or lesser degree, skullfucked by Bay and the company. I’m not gonna pretend that all these movies in its original form were timeless classics but all of them had influence in the genre they inhabited. So my ... dissatisfaction is not something that just popped up one morning while I was opening my beer and noticed it was piss warm, it took eleven movies stretched over 7 franchises for me to actually get angry. I’m not even angry because they handling source material with all dignity somebody would give to a stale shit that accidentally stuck to his shoe. I’m angry because it’s working for them; Every time “The Bayboys” flop, Big Daddy Michael is there to wipe their tears with some of that sweet,sweet Transformers cash, so they will just keep on keeping on.After all there is no shortage of 80’s movies and series that somebody, somewhere find dear to the heart and marketable just enough for somebody else to fling few hundred millions Bays way, no need for original fucking thought at all. Smooth sailing into eternity. I see in my crystal balls Michael Bay discarding shriveled body of Optimus Prime and making franchise out of He-man And The Masters Of The Universe while Platinum Dunes conjure reboot of Halloween franchise (I mean if Spidermen can be rebooted two times (going on three) in a decade why Michael Myers couldn’t do the same).

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