Transformers 3 - La face cachée de la Lune

Un exemple parfait de pure folie sans aucun sens, même pour un instant. Heureusement, on ne regarde pas cela pour les dialogues ou la logique, mais pour l'onanisme technologique et informatique et la possibilité de profiter de ces scènes d'action qui sont à couper le souffle. Les vingt premières minutes sont bonnes, la dernière heure est une vraie bousculade, mais cette heure de remplissage entre les deux est totalement ennuyeuse. Les premiers Transformers restent donc la meilleure partie de la trilogie. (02/09/2011)

Une autre action autoroutière fantastique, devenant le trademark le plus fiable du réalisateur. Les Marines, volant de manière spectaculaire à la manière du vol de Hong Kong du Chevalier Noir, et l'incendie d'action final à Chicago sont un pur plaisir d'action. Cette fois-ci, même Bay est exceptionnellement clair. Cependant, le reste du film, c'est-à-dire au moins la moitié, est ennuyeux, sans humour et parfois même ennuyeux comme jamais auparavant. Le personnage de Malkovich est un véritable cauchemar, et regarder Frances McDormand et John Turturro se donner en spectacle est au-delà du tolérable. Et Patrick Dempsey et Rosie H.-W., d'où les ont-ils déterrés dans une mini-production télévisée ? Megan, tu nous manques. J'aurai certainement une place en enfer pour donner la même note au troisième Transformers qu'à Melancholia de Trier, mais que puis-je faire. Michael Bay est un requin commercial talentueux, vendu à l'armée américaine, au gouvernement américain et aux corporations impitoyables, et incarne en même temps l'éclat éblouissant et l'inégalité technique des possibilités hollywoodiennes. Retirez-lui une caméra, et nous n'aurons personne à haïr et admirer en même temps. (30/06/2011)

Less Bay, more Emmerich, or else, out of the frying pan and into the fire. But still easily the best part of the trilogy. And, despite the first half, where there’s a lot of “face-making doubling as humor". But in the second, purely action half, Bay pulled himself together in terms of editing and shaky camera, left out all the “jokey" moments (not even the parents or Turturro get a look after the switch to Chicago) and rolls out one epic scene after another, or rather one hour-long scene. Which is paradoxically a big problem, because so much happens at once and non-stop, without any calmer interjections for a rest, that after a few (ten, twenty...) minutes, you can’t help getting fed up and stupefied. And that’s a shame, because more than one part deserves to be relished; particularly the escapades during the escape from the collapsing skyscraper. Again a confirmation of the hackneyed expression that less is often more. (29/06/2011)

I will divide Transformers 3 into three parts: 1) the dialogues, 2) the action set pieces (the motorway and the skyscraper), and 3) the remaining filler. Thumbs up for 2), but for 1) and 3) Bay deserves to have his ass kicked. Otherwise, I hope that this third part puts an end to this insult to science fiction (yeah, I know, I don’t have to watch it, but as a sci-fi fan, I was again unable to listen to the warnings that said: “Don’t watch this bullshit!”). (29/12/2011)

The first major 3D contribution to world cinema: Michael Bay gave up the epileptic editing and the unbearable firing of detail. The action in T3, on the other hand, is often captured in one round-up, in slow motion, resulting in both a magnificent visual aspect and a well-moving camera. Moreover, with some relief, I must say that the unbearable fragmentation of the second film and the ridiculous attempt to turn the Transformers into a metaphysical myth have disappeared. The third film is a completely pure Bay film - the first part is still carried in the classic robot score, the second one gets a little rougher and serves up a Bay-style alien invasion. You won't find greater tricks far and wide, and by finally appreciating the director's ability to tame a giant screen thanks to the epic whole, it must appeal even to hardened skeptics. Everything else is more or less useless, although some of the sub-jokes are good and pave the way for the film to establish a reign of heavy-weight pathos. All those heroic ceilings, compositions with stars and stripes, and due to bad dubbing even guilty pleasure pathos. This is Bay how the mainstream needs it. The last of the Mohicans of high-budget idiocy, protector of clichés, destroyer of invention. I could give 4*, but when I think back on the amused smile and slightly dropped jaw from the visual, T3 is exactly the kind of blockbuster that makes me appreciate things like Thor or X-Men: First Class. With all due respect, Mr. Bay: *** (27/06/2011)