Roll Out!

English composition, such a boring class. Had I taken the AP exams I coulda avoided it, but I didn't think I was going to go to college so what was the point? But Mom insisted so I spent the entire semester of my freshman year slogging through the monotony while sitting behind a massive dude named Brian.

Brian was big as a house. He was, in fact, so large that the teacher rarely noticed me sitting behind him. Don't misunderstand me; there was no fat on the man. Brian was a wall of muscle and not in a body building, oil-me-up kinda way, but rather a 6'3" broad shouldered brick privy way. He rode a motorcycle and would often wear full leathers and steel-toed boots to class, but for all his Terminator looks he was really just a big teddy bear. A single dad, trying to get his Criminal Justice degree and do the best he could by his kid.

Anyway, Brian had a tattoo (of course). It would peek out from under his sleeve and stopped just above his elbow. I stared at it all semester long and wondered what it could be because for the life of me I could not figure it out. Finally, on the last day of class I worked up the courage to ask if I could see it. Brian smiled sheepishly and lifted his sleeve.

It couldn't have been cheap. It was massive, covering his shoulder and bicep in full color. There, arms stretched above his head in victory, was Optimus Prime. "My daughter likes Transformers," he said. Whatever dude, your daughter's too young to know what Transformers are, I thought (by that time Transformers had been cancelled for at least two years). "You like Transformers," I said.

And why shouldn't he?!?

Matt, and the boys, and I have been looking forward to the movie coming out with drooling anticipation. Tonight was opening night and we were there ready and waiting to be blown away. It did not disappoint.

It was action and nostalgia packed start to finish. Couldn't tell you what thrilled me more- how true they remained to the characters I loved as a kid or how simply bitchin' the effects were, because damn! Never once did I stop to marvel at the CG, I was too caught up in the action and the story and squealing and bouncing up and down in my seat every time a character let fly a signature line. I truly can't remember a movie I enjoyed this much in a long time. I giggled, gasped, and cheered my way through the entire 2 hours.

Even if you weren't a fan like I was of the series, even if you've never laid eyes on the cheesy 80's cartoon, I'd still urge you to see the movie. It is this summers blockbuster hit and its scale must really be seen in the theater to be appreciated. It is chock-a-block with testosterone- cars, gadgets, soliders, weapons, bathroom humor, and robots who move like ninjas. And watching Optimus Prime and Bone Crusher go at each other on the freeway (kick ass!) worth the price alone.

Go see it. You won't regret it, hell; it might even be worth getting inked.