transformers: dark of the moon

Once again Michael Bay along with his crew is successful in walking away with kudos with their performance in Transformers III.

With fast-paced visuals and equally fast story, this time in 3D, the citizens of Cybertron seem a bit real and lifelike, as compared to the prequels, that is. On this hair-raising episode, the Decepticons have a larger and more deceptive plans that leave the Autobots fighting on the edge of the knife. One little mistake, and beloved Earth is doomed forever. In fact the Decepticons are trying to transport their entire planet of Cybertron in place of the physical space occupied by Earth.

Will Sam once again be able to act on the nick of time, thereby helping to evade earthly doom? It remains to be seen; and it remains to be seen whether the makers of Transformers III will walk away with the Oscars as well.

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