Michael Bay's ability to establish space and time is as weak as ever. It's apparent there are a handful of major scripted, loosely connected plot points that have to be tied together by any means necessary. Bay's method is fading to black and using a handful of establishing shots in places where there should've been considerable set-up, most notable in the Chicago-set finale. That's almost completely sprung on us with no clear lead-in.
Plot, of course, is scarcely why Bay's movies are so popular. His action sequences remain exhilirating, particularly a freeway chase and a mind-blowing few minutes in a collapsing skyscraper. In a just world, these would be enough to lock the film down as the Oscar winner for Best Visual Effects. (The first Transformers losing that honor and the second being snubbed altogether is rather shameful.)
Other nominations for Sound Mixing and Sound Editing are clearly well-earned. That Chicago finale has some outright spectacular sound. Incoherent as the story may be, there's a remarkable cohesion in the sound design that ties the films together. Were it not for the noise and glossy appearance, this would be totally intolerable.
Suggesting just how troubled this installment is, Patrick Dempsey is the only performer who comes across at all well. He's a surprisingly accomplished villain and is the first actor I've seen in a Bay movie in quite some time that made any kind of positive impression. Ken Jeong is positively deadly. Josh Duhamel is criminally underused. Shia LaBeouf continues to offer nothing while I'd take Megan Fox over Rosie Huntington-Whiteley any day.
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