Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen is transcendent. Transcendent may not be an adequate term for how much this film is going to change the face of cinema. It is beyond post-modern. It’s post-intelligent. Yes, I believe this film is simply the flagship of a new era; we are entering the era of post-intelligence.
But I find myself equally fascinated, if not more so, by Meyer’s first “adult” novel (as in, marketed towards adults), The Host. Why does this one not get any credit for being equally awful?
Films like this that bring in otherworldly characters and attempt to place a tangible value on the meaning of life are tangling with issues that have lacked answers since before philosophy as a study even came to exist. If you must place value on human life, what can you say it is? Is it possible to even do so without getting super-subjective and, dare I say, sentimental?