I saw Transformers. Somewhere between the "Time is running out, we need to save the worl- oh gosh, don't let my parents see the twelve foot robots, lets pretend I'm sneaking girls into my room" scene, the "the only hope for humanity is these scrappy young people and their comic relief black sidekick" scene, the military unit turning on their superiors at the drop of a hat in support of the scrappy young people they've just met, and yet another "saved from falling to my death by being caught by an enormous metal hand" scene, I realized that this movie was really not made with me in mind, and that there probably wasn't enough alcohol in all the vineyards in California to allow me to disengage my mental process enough to really enjoy it.
I declined to see Transformers 2. And by all accounts, yea, there am I a happy man.
So now Bay is making Transformers 3. Whee. I'm sure it will make a fair amount of money. I don't doubt that it will, in fact, provide some stimulus to the economy. And it will continue the slide of Hollywood into vacuous, unoriginal oblivion.
Mostly I can't help but think that for the budget of a Transformers movie, Hollywood could give ten original scripts a shot, and/or allow ten new UCLA film grads a chance to show that they've got what it takes. And that's kind of sad. If the film industry and the video game industry run in parallel anywhere, these days, it's in an unwillingness to take risks on new ideas when there's a "sure thing" they could milk for one more sequel.
Go ahead and make it, Bay. But don't expect my $10.