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Here there be spoilers. Go see the movie(s) first.
I took the train, one bus ride and walked three blocks with my dad to see this bout of badassery:
Then, minutes later, Optimus Prime fucking dies.
I was four.
That is end of an era, childhood-ending shit right there.
So it's 20 years, three or four seasons worth of cartoons and two suck ass teaser trailers later.
By the time the third trailer rolled out, I accepted it for what it was, at the basest level: Giant robots kicking the crap out of each other.
It didn't have to be faithful or nostalgic or sap-happy because as far as I was concerned they were doing a piss poor job of that thus far. I cannot be bribed by transformation sounds alone. All they had to do was deliver on the spectacle and I'd be good.
A few days before teh movie came out, when talking to a lot of my friends who grew up with it especially, I was actually feeling hopeful.
Because everyone was collectively willing this movie to rock. Collectively willing what everyone owned, to rock.
Why?
Because they already fucking killed Optimus once. That was fucking enough. I don't think I could stand to see him die again, whether figuratively or literally.
I guess, in my four year old's heart of hearts I kinda knew that Optimus could only die once. It's universal law or something.
Then we saw it.
And you know what? He didn't die. Not this time.
He fucking saved the day.
That was much more than I could hope for.
So to that four year old kid back in georgetown: we're square. When you grow up, there will still and always be heroes.
I promise.
also: If anyone says 'Oh but Prime did die more than once!' I swear to fucking gog I will hit them so fucking hard.
I took the train, one bus ride and walked three blocks with my dad to see this bout of badassery:
Click to viewThen, minutes later, Optimus Prime fucking dies.
I was four.
That is end of an era, childhood-ending shit right there.
So it's 20 years, three or four seasons worth of cartoons and two suck ass teaser trailers later.
By the time the third trailer rolled out, I accepted it for what it was, at the basest level: Giant robots kicking the crap out of each other.
It didn't have to be faithful or nostalgic or sap-happy because as far as I was concerned they were doing a piss poor job of that thus far. I cannot be bribed by transformation sounds alone. All they had to do was deliver on the spectacle and I'd be good.
A few days before teh movie came out, when talking to a lot of my friends who grew up with it especially, I was actually feeling hopeful.
Because everyone was collectively willing this movie to rock. Collectively willing what everyone owned, to rock.
Why?
Because they already fucking killed Optimus once. That was fucking enough. I don't think I could stand to see him die again, whether figuratively or literally.
I guess, in my four year old's heart of hearts I kinda knew that Optimus could only die once. It's universal law or something.
Then we saw it.
And you know what? He didn't die. Not this time.
He fucking saved the day.
That was much more than I could hope for.
So to that four year old kid back in georgetown: we're square. When you grow up, there will still and always be heroes.
I promise.
also: If anyone says 'Oh but Prime did die more than once!' I swear to fucking gog I will hit them so fucking hard.