So they're making a live action movie of Transformers. Big freaking deal.

I never watched it as a cartoon, so why should I care about it on the big screen?
Perhaps if I'd been born later, I could have invested it with the meaning that others have found there, and gotten properly stoked about it.

Or perhaps not. After all, it's being produced by Michael Bay, of Pearl Harbor infamy.

I figured no montage could save it.

But then a funny thing happened. I saw the trailer, and I'm embarrassed to say, it kind of rocks.

Naturally, some questions arise. Were those the best two minutes, nine seconds of the entire film? Will Josh Duhamel make a credible Army Ranger? Was Megan Fox chosen for her acting chops, or her extraordinarily expressive, um, face.

Who knows, perhaps Mr. Bay will learn from his past mistakes and excise the boring interpersonal filler. While he's a total scrub at romance and such, they say he's quite good at raw spectacle. And I do love my spectacle.

We should enjoy such seemingly harmless frivolities while we may. Since Hollywood comprises inessential industries that contribute significantly to Global Warming, it may only be a matter of time till the government tries to shut it down.

Transformers opens on July fourth.