Imagine a long dusty highway, perhaps route 66 in the US. It is dry. It is hot. And the road stretches for miles. There is a large truck on the road. Those 18 wheeler kinds, that traverses the highway with such power and speed. Nothing stands in its way. Nothing can.
It approaches and there is something odd about this truck. It has no trailer behind it, only the vehicle moves. It is shades of blue and red. It slows, braking gently before coming to a complete stop. Dust billows in the wind.
Then the truck transforms. When it transforms, metal screeches, the doors fly apart, the vehicle breaks apart only to merge seamlessly into this humanoid being that towers over all. It is blue and red. It is the embodiment of good. It is Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots. A Transformer.

You must understand good pple, how hard I prayed for this to be good. The Transformers series was my childhood. I was a fan. A nerdish fan. And so I prayed that the infamous Michael Bay would not FUCK IT UP.

And you know what? He didnt.

Well, not totally. The pacing was exhilarating, except for the end. And the jokes peppered here and there were excellent. Very little plot-wise but you don't need plot to talk about robots in disguise. Acting was so-so, the bots did MUCH better.

Yeah, I liked it. There were many scenes I thoroughly enjoyed and I once again reaffirm my belief that Optimus Prime is the absolute being of good. There is no denying it. When the Autobots and humans were facing dismal odds and all seemed lost, the brilliant blue-red trailer truck comes up. And the audience has their arms up in cheer. Prime is here!

But yar, end wasnt good. So I almost loved it.

What else what else? Have I mentioned I hate Settlers of Catan? Yes... its a dastardly addictive board game that sucks up 2 hours like a hyperhoover that has a cleared nozzle. The politics and trading and strategy.

At which I suck at. Sigh.

But that was my weekend. Slept at 6am yest. Not good. Shld sleep earlier tonight. Of course I should. After Manabi.