{"id":1628,"date":"2007-07-05T18:16:43","date_gmt":"2007-07-05T18:16:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/the19thfloor.net\/?p=1628"},"modified":"2007-07-05T18:16:43","modified_gmt":"2007-07-05T18:16:43","slug":"critic_at_large_22","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/the19thfloor.net\/?p=1628","title":{"rendered":"Critic At Large: Transformers"},"content":{"rendered":"

I don’t remember playing with Transformers<\/a> when I was a kid, but I did watch the cartoon on a fairly regular basis after school. It never struck a powerful chord with me, but it was serviceable entertainment. I would use the same word to describe the movie: serviceable. It has all the testosterone-infused trademarks of a Michael Bay film: eardrum-shattering explosions, impossibly hot women, more military hardware than you’d see at an arms dealers’ swap meet, and a script that defies all logic and common sense. But it’s still fun. After all, it has giant alien robots blowing stuff up. Despite my refined sense of cinematic aesthetics, I’m genetically predisposed to enjoy this movie. It’s not likely something I’ll add to my library, but the spectacle was worth the price of admission. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I don’t remember playing with Transformers when I was a kid, but I did watch the cartoon on a fairly regular basis after school. It never struck a powerful chord with me, but it was serviceable entertainment. I would use the same word to describe the movie: serviceable. It has all the testosterone-infused trademarks of […]<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"sfsi_plus_gutenberg_text_before_share":"","sfsi_plus_gutenberg_show_text_before_share":"","sfsi_plus_gutenberg_icon_type":"","sfsi_plus_gutenberg_icon_alignemt":"","sfsi_plus_gutenburg_max_per_row":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1628","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","category-1-id","post-seq-1","post-parity-odd","meta-position-corners","fix"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p9Iwau-qg","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/the19thfloor.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1628","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/the19thfloor.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/the19thfloor.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/the19thfloor.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/the19thfloor.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1628"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/the19thfloor.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1628\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/the19thfloor.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1628"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/the19thfloor.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1628"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/the19thfloor.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1628"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}