Actually, we couldn’t have Arcee because she didn’t test well.

I’m guessing that refers to the two friends what’s-her-face takes the stolen evidence to. I don’t think those things (being good with music = playing DDR? Not sure if that’s what you’re refering to) necessarily indicated a stereotype towards black people. I saw more of a stereotype about nerds. (Fat, live with their moms, playing videogames, good on computers, etcetera)

Just a thought.

Was I the only one totally perplexed by John Turturro’s role in the movie? It’s like Michael Bay just really wanted him in there but couldn’t figure out a really organic way to make it happen so they just tacked on that whole “Sector 7″ thing.

I’m not sure if you’re being sarcastic about OP’s grief or not.

I didn’t mind emphasis being placed on the human characters, because all the way back to the original series, Transformers has a long and distinguished tradition of focusing on human teenagers who more or less trip over their own shoelaces into helping the AutoBots save the world.

Given the choice between no female Transformers and one token, forcibly-gendered, and ultimately disposable Transformer, I’ll take the former option, thanks. I want Arcee to be flushed down the toilet of Things We Just Don’t Talk About. I would, however, prefer to be offered choices other than these.

Aside from that, I can’t help but agree with everything you just said.

Actually, here you got a part I liked because the movie quickly debunked that one. The character who said that ended up walking ten miles home while the guy with the car picked up the female love interest, and not only that, she saved his life a few scenes later because the main character ignored that idiotic maxim.

“OH HAI! I IZ WHITE! WORLD BE SAVED BY ME!”

http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/MightyWhitey

“Anything you can do, he can do better. He can do anything better than you. Oh yes he can, especially if you happen to be of Asian, Indian, African, Aboriginal or Native American descent. It doesn’t matter that you have spent your entire life living in the densest African jungle, being taught the ways of your ancestors since you were old enough to stand up — the moment Mighty Whitey arrives in your town (most likely as a prisoner of war, an orphan or a lost traveler), you might as well hang up your blowpipe and take up crochet because his European (and therefore superior) genetics have pretty much made you redundant.”

They’ve gone way passed just TV, btw.