Transform me (if you can)

Transformers 2: Revenge of the Fallen is a quintessential entertainment movie.

It has everything reel life can offer: action, romance, comedy, thriller, and fantasy.

It has all the ingredients of a blockbuster movie: an uncanny hero, pesky supporting cast, eye-popping special effects, formidable villains, sex appeal (thanks Megan), and... ahh love.

A bit of everything, however, actually creates nothing. Having all ingredients mixed in one bowl is oftentimes a recipe for disaster.

Here are some sour moments that ruined an otherwise cool movie:

The Witwicky parents are cute when they stay at home, but not when they are thrust in the thick of robot battle. Their scenes have also become too slapstick.

Mikaela is a sight to behold, but does nothing more than being that. Oh, she gets humped by a pet Decepticon.

Then the ultimate mood swinger and climax-pooper, Mikaela saying the L-word to Sam in the middle of Armageddon. Really now?

All these are cliche scenes that make a film a sure box-office hit, but only to be forgotten soon after another big movie comes in.

Await the next installment of this franchise: Transformers 3: Prime meets Barbie

Gone too soon...

Michael Jackson dies

The King is dead. Or so they say.

Michael Jackson, the crowned King of Pop, was gone without giving an encore. Abrupt as his success was, his death was sudden and unexpected.

Jackson was a charmer and the perfect entertainer as a child prodigy. He became bigger than life before he even actually grew up. His songs were the universal language of pop. People of different races adored him like, indeed, he was King.

Then as his skin color and face faded, his persona gradually suffered. Intrigues and scandals battered him to showbiz oblivion. Come to think of it, Michael Jackson died a long time ago.

But his music will live forever.

We all, at least once in our lives, belted a Jackson tune in falsetto and laughed ourselves off trying his patented Moonwalker on the dance floor. No matter how weird this person may be, we owe him a great deal of entertainment.

So long, Mr. Jackson. Enjoy your peace.