Disclaimer: I am not a fan of the blockbuster. By definition, it’s designed to reach the biggest movie-going audience possible, compromising any artistic credibility. It has to be violent without being too violent, sexy without being too sexy, serious, yet funny, non-offensive, and so on. Most importantly, a blockbuster has to be big, intimidating, larger than life.

Transformers is as formulaic as they come. It feels almost like a study in blockbusterism. First off, you have your paint by numbers launch: Out in the middle of nowhere (desert setting of course) something really weird and bad happens. Luckily, before the proverbial bad stuff hits the fan, we get a chance to meet a few chatty soldier dudes. We hear what they miss from back home, one of them even video conferences with his wife and their baby, who he’s not yet met in person. Even though an evil helicopter robot thing obliterates their entire base, our new friends somehow manage to be in the right place at the right time and escape.

Then we shift to a high school classroom where somehwat-geeky outsider Sam Witwicky (Shia LaBeouf) is making a presentation about this great grandfather. Being the typical teenager, Sam’s biggest priority is buying a pair of wheels and getting the attention of fellow student Mikaela Banes (Megan Fox).

As luck would have it, Sam’s first car is actually a robot, but not one of those bad ones that did bad stuff in the desert. Even better, the car does get him the girl. I mean, brilliant. Life in a blockbuster is unfortunately not so easy. The bad robots are looking for a certain cube and the good robots want to stop them. The location of said cube leads them to Sam. I don’t want to give away any “exciting” details, but I’ll give you a hint: It all ties together.

What follows are a lot of loud action sequences and badness beating goodness, but goodness coming back, and so on and so forth. The robots look great, not doubt. Their infused hip personalities are what ruined it for me. I’ll take robots, no problem, but tone down the attitude. The music by Steve Jablonsky also proved immensely irritating. After literally every minute we are submitted to another sweeping, momentous theme that forces us to realize how important and earth shattering the sequence is. As in all blockbusters, we are also provided with moments of comic relief (painkiller-addicted dog named Mojo, president with cowboy accent wearing red socks, asking a stewardess for a Ding Dong). The music is there to hammer homoe that things are getting heavy again. I’ve never felt so manipulated. Director Michael Bay could really take a lesson from the Coen Brothers and their meisterwerk, No Country For Old Men. There is practically no music in the whole film. I love music, but watching that film was so incredibly refreshing. Watch it and bathe in the silence.

Once Transformers was over, after being pounded with over two hours of the blockbuster experience, I realized several things. One, I had a headache. Two, Shia LaBeouf, who I really liked in A Guide To Recognizing Your Saints, was able to pull off a decent performance in a Michael Bay film; a worthy feat. Three, I’m looking forward to watching LaBeouf in Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull, or just Indiana Jones 4, for those who favor brevity. Four, Megan Fox looks like a young Jennifer Connelly after a bath in self-tanning lotion and a serious bout of teeth whitening. (Unfortunately, she doesn’t have Connelly’s acting chops.) And five, blockbusters just ain’t my cup of tea. I’ll watch them, but, afterwards, I almost always feel like I was taken for a ride. Indeed, Transformers was no exception.

Buy Transformers from Amazon.

When you’ve got hind quarters like Jessica Alba, acting skills are optional. In Into the Blue, she plays Sam, a young woman living in the Bahamas with her diving instructor boyrfriend, Jared (Paul Walker). Together they scrape together a humble life on an old house boat. For Jared, being a diving instructor is just his day job, as he dreams of an exciting life as a prospector, hunting for buried treasure. A hurricane has recently swept through and he hastily gets fired, deciding that his time is now and that it’s “all part of the plan”.

The bad guy is introduced early in the form of Bates (Josh Brolin, the only real actor here), a successful prospector and bona fide asshole. He and Jared have a macho rivalry, though Jared doesn’t have much to show for it.

The plot thickens when Jared’s friend Bryce (Scott Caan) and his girlfriend of five days (Ashely Scott) arrive. Bryce has the dough that Jared needs to start doing some serious treasure hunting. Bryce is also a show off who is willing to put his pocket before his heart. Things start to get complicated when one of their diving expeditions leads to a sunken plane filled with cocaine. At this point, a moral battle starts bubbling to the surface. Jared can definitely use the money and for Blake there really is no question. Sam, however, will have nothing of it.

Into the Blue has magnificent underwater sequences, not the least of whcih involve Jessica Alba flummoxing about. On the other hand, the flim is often very lame, in particular when the cheesy soundtrack kicks in or when the wooden actors poorly deliver badly written dialogue. Big no five to Scott Caan whose non-performance is one of the worst I’ve ever seen. Paul Walker is a bit less inept, and he certainly does have that blue-eyed, hawk look appeal, but he would be much more at home in an Abercrombie and Fitch catalog. Into the Blue is certainly nice to look at, but you won’t discover much beneath the surface.

Buy Into the Blue [Blu-ray] or Into the Blue (Widescreen Edition) from Amazon.