Musings With Veen

I was drinking with some friends the other night and discussing movies, so the topic naturally turned to the upcoming Transformers 2.

Now, my friends aren’t particularly snobby or anything, but they seemed to genuinely doubt my excitement about such a shameless summer explosion-fest, and a sequel at that. One of our group noted that I have always been overly partial to the genre of giant robots, and that I might be a tad biased.It was also brought to my attention that the film is directed by Michael Bay, who isn’t exactly known for subtext, or even text.

“It’s like when you’re gay,” I declared loudly to nobody in particular, gesticulating wildly with a handful of french fries for emphasis. “You come out and your parents get all freaked out and say it’s just a confusing time but you know, deep down, or it could be right at the surface, that you need to have a man inside of you. Doesn’t matter if you’re ashamed or feeling guilty… you just can’t deny that ache.” I was told later that I was so into my speech that some people suspected I was coming out right then and there. But that’s just how I feel about robots fighting.

I know it’s juvenile. I know it’s going to be an awful movie. I just can’t help it. I’m gay for robots fighting. And I want those robots to fight inside of me.