Opening up a box of Triscuits to discover that not a single one of them has been broken never fails to fill me with triumphant satisfaction.
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The Verdict
Anthony and I decided that we didn’t care if the plot sucked or if the dialogue was dumb, we just wanted to see them transform. It’s a good thing we set our expectations thus. The film is a series of clichés strung together by a shoddy story. Still, Transformers is like the fulfillment of a life’s dream. And all it cost me was $11. Thank you, Michael Bay.
It is kind of like a long car commercial for GM, but product placement is no big deal to me (Apple, eBay, etc.). The fake computer science and government-military goings-on are getting harder to get away with as more realistic representations are shown on TV shows and cable news; Transformers is no exception. The dialogue was overwrought and sappy at times and could have been toned down a smidge, but when it’s sexy Shia LaBoeuf or dreamy Josh Duhamel saying the lines, who could hold it against them? (I guess it depends on what exactly you want to hold against them.)
The filmmakers screwed with the back story and the characters a lot more than they needed to. Bumblebee is a Camaro, not a Volkswagen. Fine. (They work a Beetle into the film anyway. I am satisfied by the nod to our nostalgia.) The cop car is a Deceptacon. OK, whatever. But they invent characters (Frenzy) and completely remake others (Devestator). And of course, Megatron can’t really be a gun that fits into Starscream’s hand — but what is he? Some sort of flying cannon?
And what’s with this All Spark contrivance? A device that has the power to create worlds — and to turn a Mountain Dew vending machine into a deadly fighting robot — is, in the end, kinda dumb. I’d have been satisfied with the original story from the cartoon: The Autobots crash land on earth, chased by the Deceptacons from their war-ravaged home planet Cybertron and wake up millions of years later. They rebuild themselves to mimic modern machinery: the Deceptacons, to ravage Earth’s resources to produce Energon cubes; the Autobots, to stop them and protect all human life. Elements of this made it into the film, but the result made even less sense than the original idea.
This is not to say, however, that I have any real problems with the movie. Without the transforming robots, there would be no movie, but the actors hold their own in the non-CGI scenes. There is a fair amount of actually funny comedy and some decent character development. Never before had I been tricked into thinking an 18-wheeler could be a sentient being.
They even made some improvements, in my opinion. I like the idea that Bumblebee has armor for his head and that Optimus Prime’s mouth is not a jiggling face plate but a a set of mechanical lips (though, Lord knows why) that only get covered in battle.
Incidentally, did anyone else think Starscream looked a little bit like the rancor monster from Return of the Jedi?
The reasons I went to see it were all there: The transforming effects were breathtaking. They kept the original sound effects of the transformations. They kept Optimus Prime’s voice! My heart swelled when he called out, “Autobots, roll out!”
Things I realized while watching this movie:
- Even robots blink their eyes.
- There is always someone in a movie who knows how to hotwire a car.
- Don’t worry: You can get through to the Pentagon from the desert in Qatar on a cellphone while under heavy fire from an alien robot in less than two minutes.
- You can always find “the only man in the world who can decipher this code” just up the street.
- Even though there are only a handful of evil robots invading Los Angeles, it is easy to forget that one of them is never accounted for when the scrap metal is disposed of.
Thank heaven, they set us up so nicely for a sequel.
Glass of Water for Mr Grainger!
Rest in peace, John Inman. Now you’re free.
Heaven with White and Red Sauce
If you’re looking for a quick chicken fix without the side of rat droppings, run, don’t walk, to the 7, E, F, G, R or V train (but for the love of Mike, don’t run in the station) and head east into Queens. I can sum up gastronomic bliss in two words: Sammy’s Halal. This food cart on 73rd and Queens Boulevard in Jackson Heights is the winner of the 2006 Vendy Award. There is some discussion on Chowhound.com as to whether it is part of a group of Sammy’s Halal carts also found in Midtown and Astoria, and no one has offered a precise analysis as to how one compares with another, but for my money, after having visited the one in Jackson Heights, I have no reason to stray. He’ll have a small crowd gathered at his window. But it’s well worth a 10-minute wait. For five bucks you get a big polystyrene container with heaps of basmati rice, grilled seasoned chicken and a little bit of side salad. Get the white sauce and the spicy sauce. Mix it all up: Heaven.
Jackson Heights, long known for the amazing variety and quality of its cuisine, is lucky to have this guy.
Listen for yourself:
Incidentally, another of the five 2006 Vendy finalists, the Arepa Lady, is also in Jackson Heights, a bit further down Roosevelt Avenue. I haven’t found an arepa yet that blows my hair back, but maybe I’ll give her a go.
(Actually, please let me live past July 13, when Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix is released. But, especially don’t let me miss this movie.)
Sadly, my childhood heroes look very little like they did when they came packed in styrofoam blocks slipped into cardboard boxes. “Robots in disguise,” indeed. What happened to the Megatron I know and love? Where’s my Starscream? Where’s my Mirage? My Hound? Jazz? Prowl? Red Alert?
For God’s sake, where’s my Bumblebee?
OK, I know… so Bumblebee sucked.
But what have they done to Optimus Prime’s paint job?
I don’t need this movie to look like a survey of the futuristic prototypes at the North American International Auto Show! I just want my old boys back!
Still, I can barely wait for this movie.
(Thanks to Justin for the tip.)
R.I.P., Oddfellows
My favorite restaurant in all the world was a darling little number in Northeast Minneapolis. (“was” … It hurts just saying that.) It was attached to a gay bar called Boom! under the same ownership. I just learned that the venerable gay-owned Oddfellows closed down on the 10th and Boom! will pull up stakes later this month, which makes me very, very sad. Some heteros got in on the “Nordeast” economic boom and bought them out, I guess.
Oddfellows always claimed it wasn’t a “gay restaurant,” which I found to be a.) usually inaccurate given the clientel, and b.) irrelevant and a slightly off-putting designation.
However, their chow was magnificent. The menu changed every season and was always fresh. Oddfellows described its food as “Contemporary American Cuisine with an ‘odd’ twist of flavors from around the world.” (Read the description here, before their Web site completely disappears.) Their orange-lacquered pork tenderloin was one of the finest dishes on earth. And I once had a lavender-infused custard dessert there that nearly made me mess my pants. Oddfellows taught me to appreciate excellent gourmet food in human-sized (read: non-Applebee’s) portions, and to not be so uptight about a high restaurant bill — as long as it’s worth it. And it always was.
The inimitable Dara Moskowitz of the alternative news and arts weekly CityPages predicted upon its opening that it would become a “big destination restaurant.”
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The restaurant and bar occupied a historic building (c. 1891), the meeting lodge of the Independent Order of Oddfellows. Lots of exposed brick and holes in the wall where heavy timber floor joices once inserted. The high pressed-tin ceiling throughout was cool. The blonde woodwork was a little bit too “Target” for my taste, and the stainless steel bar felt a little cold to me. But it was always clean and bright.
I’ll miss that place. Lots of anniversaries, birthdays, Valentine’s Days and impromptu “fancy” dinners out.
As for Boom!, I can take it or leave it. As a bar, it was not remarkable. The burgers were fantastic, and the fries were tasty (both were from the Oddfellows kitchen), but the drinks were too pricey and it was famously impossible to get a bartender’s attention on a busy night.
The one thing that impressed me about it (besides its Nordeast location — I lived in the neighborhood) is that it was the first gay bar I had seen in the Twin Cities that had enormous windows that were not blackened out or boarded up. It left the ‘mos inside exposed to the blue collar and the sunlight. To me it represented a proud declaration that Minneapolis’ queers would not be kept underground and in the dark.
Oh, how I used to love standing in front of those wide-open windows on Showtunes Night, belting out “Nothing Dirty Goin’ On” from The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas, being gay and free.
Just feeling nostalgic.
• Nordeast Minneapolis
• Surdyk’s
• Surdyk’s Cheese Shop
• The unshaven, misanthropic Surdyk’s Cheese Shop workers — Can I try a slice of … that one?
• Nye’s
• Psycho Suzy’s Motor Lounge
• Room in the back yard for a vegetable garden, an herb garden, and a butterfly garden
• Fish & chips at Brit’s Pub
• Aloof disdain for the Mall of America
• Guthrie Theater
• Jungle Theater
• Walker Arts Center
• The Lagoon Theater
• Bryant Lake Bowl
• Dykes Do Drag
• The Mississippi River
• Progressive politics
• City Hall
• The Skyway
• Lake Calhoun
• Watching the joggers, rollerbladers and cyclists at Lake Calhoun
• Lakewood Cemetary
• The luminescent Target Corp. tower
• Loring Park
• Minnehaha Falls
• Stone Arch Bridge
• St. Anthony Main
• Let It Be Records
• Big Brain Comics
• The Capitol
• The House of Cards parking ramp
• ’80s night at The Saloon
• Doc, the best bartender I’ve ever seen
• Professing hatred for The Gay ’90s but going there to dance in the retro bar anyway
• Minnesota Public Radio
• People who know where Lake Wobegon is
• St. Paul’s Cathedral
• Caribou Coffee
• The straight kickboxer bartender at Trikkx who worked shirtless during happy hour
• Disagreeing with the snobby, joyless movie reviews in CityPages
• The stupid-looking banner of the Star Tribune
• The Minnesota State Fair
• St. Paul
• All my friends

