Have we really seen the last of Michael Bay’s Transformers? The runaway success of the franchise, which has long raised its middle finger at our collective intelligence, would seem to suggest otherwise, but if Dark of the Moon is the final chapter of this inane trilogy, it is also the least insulting.
Its title an acknowledged nod to Pink Floyd’s classic 1972 album – expect Captain America: Born in the U.S.A. sometime soon – Moon is the most visually coherent entry in the Transformers saga, and for a merchandising juggernaut designed to appeal more to the eyes than the intellect, that’s a small but significant victory.
The constant wrangling we see in The Romantics, directed and adapted from her own novel by Prozac Nation screenwriter Galt Neiderhoffer, might leave us emotionally drained if only we cared more, or perhaps knew more, about the characters at the heart of her talky melodrama.
This much we do know: A group of well-to-do Yalies have gathered along the picturesque Long Island shore for the marriage of ruggedly handsome Tom (Josh Duhamel) and his spoiled, emotionally distant bride-to-be Lila (Anna Paquin).