That the characters are cartoonish, or the plot a loosely woven pastiche, is hardly, in this context, criticism.
It is unfortunate that apparently because the script had the audacity to tweak Obama (in much the vein that the original tweaked W) proffessional reviewers wanting to keep their jobs were not allowed to simply enjoy the movie. Instead they felt obliged to instruct us along the lines of:
The man just wears you out and wears you down, so much so that it’s easy to pretend that you’re not ingesting 2 hours and 30 minutes of warmongering along with all that dumb fun.
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Memo to Michael: It's a toy movie. Your audience is predominantly teen and pre-teen. My kids don't need to see your salivating soft-porn fantasies or your reactionary militaristic politics.
Not that these reviewers should be taken seriously -- and, of course, they aren't. RoTF may earn more in its opening weekend than all the star studded Hollywood anti-war-movie efforts to date combined -- but its worth noting the precise "warmongering" "reactionary militaristic politics" embedded in the move, which reduce to: Don't negotiate with Decepticons.
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