tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14846463.post3342106529778154811..comments2024-03-23T14:29:39.705-04:00Comments on Transformers Live Action Movie Blog (TFLAMB): Devastator and Other Video Game NewsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger33125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14846463.post-81938917972325383402009-04-18T09:32:00.000-04:002009-04-18T09:32:00.000-04:00WOW this game is gonna be f***ing awsome .online m...WOW this game is gonna be f***ing awsome .online multiplay er downloadable content. an awsome arey off robots at ur disposal . im gonna be playing this game for ages cant wait until 19th of june .and as for the trailer megan fox is lokkin hotter than ever by about 100 times. and the robot action is full on awsomeness bring on the 24th <br /><br />REVENGE IS COMINGALL HAIL SAM WITWICKYnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14846463.post-47996002242659551852009-04-18T08:08:00.000-04:002009-04-18T08:08:00.000-04:00You drew first blood, TheChief. Not me.
IT IS GO...You drew first blood, TheChief. Not me. <br /><br />IT IS GOOD TO KNOW THAT IN THE END A MUPPET ADMITTED HIS MISTAKE. You were the one acting like a fucking 5 year old jack-ass ' oh you're wrong you're wrong BS'.<br /><br />Dont fucking tell me how to run things in here. I am Counterpunch & I am rarely wrong.Counterpunchnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14846463.post-33446436971537308102009-04-18T02:58:00.000-04:002009-04-18T02:58:00.000-04:00Yeah I might actually consider reading that book. ...Yeah I might actually consider reading that book. This must prove that the ice cream truck is SOME kind of Autobot (probably confirmed a long time ago). Also, who is the Autobot who comes out of the truck? Bumblebee, or some other one? And one more thing, do you think they'll have 4 or 5 simultaneous events- Shanghai, Rome, Sam's house, the aircraft carrier, and Egypt?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14846463.post-16134832406794031512009-04-17T22:52:00.000-04:002009-04-17T22:52:00.000-04:00"Its bells tinkled an oddly familiar melody"
I wo..."Its bells tinkled an oddly familiar melody"<br /><br />I wonder if this is the transformers theme from the cartoon and not the regular ice cream jingle. I was reading IMDB and Jablonsky said he was going to incorporate the theme after a lot of complaints. I know you can't always trust IMDB, but anything is possible.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14846463.post-46165597361191490862009-04-17T22:44:00.000-04:002009-04-17T22:44:00.000-04:00Exactly tyler...no matter how many times someone p...Exactly tyler...no matter how many times someone post what they think the plot is or how you or anyone imagines how the movie will turn out,We all will still be in awe when we see the final cut. With that said...shouts out to scorp for keepin us informed with whats goin on even though a few thinks he has no life,Somehow we have to help keep this blog goin til june because the bayster is not helping in that department and most importantly what are we as transfans gonna do between rotf and the third installment as bay is takin a year hiatus??? sorry bout the long post...Kupnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14846463.post-60942691827971682362009-04-17T22:43:00.000-04:002009-04-17T22:43:00.000-04:00Sorry my mistake in my comment caused a heated arg...Sorry my mistake in my comment caused a heated argument. <br /><br />But does anyone have a comment on the rest of what I had said in that comment (the one about prime coming out of the pool, which was actually ironhide as punch pointed out)?No use for a name.http://www.watzituya.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14846463.post-80113546832277095642009-04-17T21:55:00.000-04:002009-04-17T21:55:00.000-04:00I am referring to TheChief's at 9:47pm.I am referring to TheChief's at 9:47pm.TylerMiragehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09047553975841522030noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14846463.post-44726902392560737572009-04-17T21:54:00.000-04:002009-04-17T21:54:00.000-04:00Sorry, I didn't see the above post.Sorry, I didn't see the above post.TylerMiragehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09047553975841522030noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14846463.post-46935208966961633632009-04-17T21:53:00.000-04:002009-04-17T21:53:00.000-04:00To TheChief:
I'm not looking for a fight or an an...To TheChief:<br /><br />I'm not looking for a fight or an angry argument, but I believe that you are inncorrect. Punch is right.<br /><br />Optimus Prime protoform - landed in the field, Sam and Mikaela saw it, ran away, scanned the passing semi-truck<br /><br />Ironhide protoform - landed in pool, crawled out, scanned family's GMC Topkick<br /><br />Ratchet protoform - landed by the diner (with the fat kid and the camera)<br /><br />Jazz protoform - landed in baseball stadium and went to car dealership<br /><br />I do understand how you could get the mix-up though, they do look very similar. (Prime and Ironhide are BOTH huge) But due to the editing and pace of the film, it would lead us to the position of Punch's.<br /><br />SWITCH TO OTHER TOPIC:<br />Although I'm confused by the whole "Devastator and Constructicons issue", I will be thoroughly impressed by whatever Michael Bay has in store. If I get excited by images of toys and video games, I think that I'll faint when I see ILM's 120 foot CGI creation on a 70 foot screen! :DTylerMiragehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09047553975841522030noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14846463.post-28495052822589332402009-04-17T21:47:00.001-04:002009-04-17T21:47:00.001-04:00Punch - part of being a mature person is being abl...Punch - part of being a mature person is being able to admit when one is wrong. Upon further research, it appears that you are correct. I am apparently wrong, Iron Hide climbs out of the pool. <br /><br />Now don't be such a jag off next time. It's possible to argue without being a buttfucker.TheChiefhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02517764837007748930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14846463.post-82007092445291036702009-04-17T21:47:00.000-04:002009-04-17T21:47:00.000-04:00chill, its not even important who landed where.
t...chill, its not even important who landed where.<br /><br />thanks for the book except.<br /><br /> "all part and parcel of the single entity to which they belonged" seems to point to the bikes being all one entity, but vague enough to mean about anything still too.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14846463.post-40866657812171031332009-04-17T21:38:00.000-04:002009-04-17T21:38:00.000-04:00Yeah, because Wiki is always correct on everything...Yeah, because Wiki is always correct on everything that idiots put in there. That and I'd love to know where Wiki "Verifies and Explains" it. <br /><br />You can see his goddamn face when he gets out of the pool! The protoform faces were very similar, if not identical, to what they looked like after they scanned something. That was Prime's face.<br /><br />That's okay. You can go on believing whatever you want. I'm not going to let some dick-eating child on this blog get my ire up because he's acting like a douche.TheChiefhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02517764837007748930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14846463.post-71311561896297035602009-04-17T21:30:00.000-04:002009-04-17T21:30:00.000-04:00"Though not real, they were all part and parc..."Though not real, they were all part and parcel of the >>single entity<< to which they belonged."<br /><br />Did anyone else catch that? Referring to the three motorcycles - I wonder if that's indicating that they do merge.<br /><br />This is not bad writing - I might have to pick this up. Won't read it before I see the movie though.TheChiefhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02517764837007748930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14846463.post-78491465008955382582009-04-17T21:28:00.000-04:002009-04-17T21:28:00.000-04:00Ironhide was THE ONE THAT CAME OUT OF THE POOL &am...Ironhide was THE ONE THAT CAME OUT OF THE POOL & SCANNED THE FAMILY'S TOPKICK.<br /><br />RATCHET CRASHED AT A FUCKIN' DINER.<br /><br />JAZZ CRASHED AT A BASEBALL STADIUM.<br /><br />OPTIMUS PRIME LANDED ON THE FUCKIN' FIELD WITNESSED BY SAM & MIKAELA.<br /><br />PRIME THEN RAN AWAY FROM THOSE 2 & FUCKIN' SCANNED THE RED TRUCK.<br /><br />I FUCKIN WATCHED IT A 1000 TIMES ALREADY & IT WAS FUCKIN' VERIFIED & EXPLAINED AT THE TF WIKI.<br /><br />YOU FUCKIN' MUPPET!Punchnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14846463.post-19429255097872254422009-04-17T21:19:00.000-04:002009-04-17T21:19:00.000-04:00I'm sorry, I can't let that slide. That was absolu...I'm sorry, I can't let that slide. That was absolutely Prime that came out of the pool in TF1. 1)You get a clear shot of his face, which looks identical to how it was drawn in the prequel comics 2) He's much taller than Iron Hide - he brushes by that cypress tree as the dad comes out and then it immediately shows him scanning the semi afterward, and 3) the music even changes as he's climbing out of the pool.<br /><br />Iron Hide was the protoform that crashed into the baseball stadium, they never show him until he's first transforming into the Topkick.<br /><br />Watch it again, I KNOW I'm right.TheChiefhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02517764837007748930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14846463.post-31199123811431932522009-04-17T21:05:00.000-04:002009-04-17T21:05:00.000-04:00A preview spoiler of what TF2:ROTF movie opening s...A preview spoiler of what TF2:ROTF movie opening sequence it's highly likely to look like is given in the upcoming novel... here is an excerpt: <br /><br />http://www.randomhouse.com/delrey/catalog/display.pperl?isbn=9780345515933&view=excerpt<br /><br />Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen<br /><br />Written by Alan Dean Foster<br />Fiction - Movie or Television Tie-In; Fiction - Science Fiction | Paperback, 336 pages | May 2009 | $7.99 | 978-0-345-51593-3 (0-345-51593-5)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <br />Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen <br />enlarge<br />EXCERPT<br />Chapter One<br /><br /><br />Despite rampant, not to say runaway, development in the course of the preceding decades, the sprawling megalopolis of Shanghai still boasted areas that could be relatively dark and quiet—especially after ten at night. Even in bustling modern China, not all enterprises operated around the clock. Not every commercial venture burned power by keeping its lights on when the last shift had left for the day. The outskirts of the business park that was home to assorted heavy industries was nearly silent. A minimum of lights pushed against the darkness at an assortment of locations where such illumination was deemed necessary for security reasons.<br /><br />A sizable chunk of the ancient city had sacrificed its homes and alleys, its noodle shops and kiosks, to make way for the extensive industrial compound. A few of the old neighborhoods still clung to its fringes, saved from demolition when the developers’ voracious appetite for land had finally been sated. Most of those who dwelled within the surviving houses counted themselves fortunate. Their homes had been spared, the living was cheap, and they had benefited from good jobs in the factories while being spared the need for an expensive commute. Their preserved hutong was safe, too. Spillover from the advanced security that protected the commercial development kept thieves and vandals away from their homes.<br /><br />In the absence of the delivery trucks that rumbled to and from the industrial complex throughout the day, the surrounding streets were comparatively quiet. Exhausted workers slept, while behind closed doors and windows those who could not rest parked themselves in front of garrulous televisions or plied the Internet. Young lovers stole moments of intimacy where they could in a city where privacy was among the scarcer commodities. Elders contemplated how much their lives had changed in the preceding de?cades, much as elders have done since the time when their predecessors prowled for food in fields and jungles instead of massive grocery stores.<br /><br />A nomadic distributor of such food was presently plying its lonely way among the district’s deserted streets and avenues. The ice-cream truck was squat and battered, and had visibly been heavily used. Its bells tinkled an oddly familiar melody while the intensity with which its headlights illuminated the surrounding streets and structures suggested hidden power quite out of keeping with its scruffy external appearance. Equally iconoclastic was the English- language sticker that decorated part of the truck’s rear bumper:<br /><br />DECEPTICONS—SUCK MY POPSICLE<br /><br />Out of the darkness a trio of powerful motorcycles came thundering. Their leather-clad female riders were beautiful, alluring, and as alike as identical triplets. Occasionally their outlines wavered like the advanced holograms they were. Though not real, they were all part and parcel of the single entity to which they belonged.<br /><br />The lateness of the hour neither inhibited the two children who came running after the ice-cream truck nor diminished their desire for its produce. Waving yuan, the boy and girl tried desperately to intercept it. Short legs being no match for large tires, they were too late. Despite their imploring shouts they rapidly fell behind, slowed, and finally came to a discouraged and disappointed stop. Then the truck abruptly halted, turned, and with headlights dimmed came straight toward them.<br /><br />Brother and sister, too startled to get out of the way, could only stare as the truck bore down on them. In the absence of an adult to snatch them up and carry them to safety, scream at them to run, or deliver any other instruction, they stood dumbly in the middle of the street and gaped at the oncoming vehicle. At the last possible instant the truck did the impossible: it split perfectly in half. As if mounted on individual gyroscopes, each section sped past the paralyzed children, one on each side. Whirling around to maintain eye contact, brother and sister became simultaneously aware of two subsidiary impossibilities. The more obvious one was that the two halves of the ice-cream truck had rejoined to once more become one. The other was that it had left in its wake a small mountain of Popsicles, Dreamsicles, drumsticks, and other frozen treats both imported and domestic. Instantly putting aside all thought of the magical vehicle that had nearly run them down, the delighted children piled into the stack of frozen treats with an enthusiasm that would have done their physical education instructors proud.<br /><br />On another street, a speeding black semi was in the process of disgorging contents of a very different kind. No treats these, frozen or otherwise. The small Hummers it unloaded carried men clad in full hazmat gear. In addition to their protective clothing they bore a variety of cutting-edge search-and-seek instrumentation. They also packed weaponry designed to deal with whatever their searching might find. Their expressions matched their gear and reflected their determination.<br /><br />Ice-cream–seeking children aside, the industrial complex was a hive of uncharacteristic nocturnal activity. Blackhawk choppers had joined the rapidly deploying hazmat teams and began to circle the district. They were backed up by Cobra gunships. Bigger copters of Russian design mounting heavier weapons formed still another line of aerial defense.<br /><br />No shots were fired. No disinfecting elements were deployed. The increasing number of weapons- wielding arrivals worked in silence, searching for . . . targets. The men and women of several squads began to slip out of their bulky hazmat suits. The insignia on their uniforms identified them not as waste workers but as soldiers.<br /><br />One such group preparing to exit a rapidly descending chopper was led by a somber-faced major who was better prepared than anyone else in the area to deal with the unknown possibilities it currently presented. Better prepared, that is, except for the master sergeant crouched beside him. As always, Epps had his iPod with him, but for once it was tucked away in a secured pocket. There was a time and a place for swaying to the music, and this particular night in industrial Shanghai was neither. Like Major William Lennox, the sergeant was all business. Behind them, highly trained troops readied themselves to follow the pair’s lead. Though they had been well briefed and given some idea what they might expect to encounter, all of them knew they would have to rely on the expertise of the two battle-hardened Americans.<br /><br />Reaching up, Lennox gently repositioned his lightweight headset. “Break, all stations, this net: cordon and search. People’s Republic has put out an appropriate cover story, so the area should be clear of civilians. ‘Toxic spill’—had to evac the district for search and rescue. That’s us, ’cept for the ‘rescue’ part. Don’t need to restate how important this is—and how in all probability dangerous. Six sightings in eight months; gotta make sure this one does not get out in the public eye. ’Specially after Rome. So keep it tight and let’s make this operation as clean as possible.”<br /><br />The chopper’s skids made a grinding sound as they touched down on the thick concrete.<br /><br />“All right, everybody—let’s rock.”<br /><br />Led by Lennox and Epps, the troops poured out of the copter and quickly spread out, keeping in contact while seeking cover. No one spoke. There was nothing more to be said, and any communication would come from their commanding officer and his assisting noncom.<br /><br />Flipping the visor of his advanced headgear down over his eyes, Epps hastily activated its integrated radiation tracker. The heads-up display showed him what he expected to find, in spades.<br /><br />“Lotta interference on this one,” he muttered to the man standing alongside him. “Gamma signature’s at four bars.”<br /><br />“Four?” Lennox added something under his breath. “You gotta be kidding me. That’s not what we came for.”<br /><br />Behind them, one of the team members offered his own assessment. “Either it’s cloaking its signal, like in Rome, or we’re getting echoes off all this heavy metal.”<br /><br />Lennox nodded, pondering. Reaching a decision, he whispered sharply into his headset’s pickup. “Tell our four-by-four friend that he’s clear.”<br /><br />A moment later another black truck appeared. A second squad of experienced soldiers scrambled out, the last one getting off just as the vehicle began to change shape. Bending, folding, rising into the night sky, it assumed the form of a familiar silhouette, scarred but unbowed. Taking a step forward, it crouched down wordlessly behind Epps and Lennox, looming over them. Neither man was intimidated by its proximity.<br /><br />Quite the contrary.<br /><br />Turning, Epps favored the new arrival with a welcoming nod. The metal giant responded with a slow nod of its own. Epps grinned knowingly.<br /><br />“Let’s kick some alien ass.”<br /><br />Lennox’s tone was disapproving. “Epps, you’re getting cocky.”<br /><br /> Excerpted from Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen by Alan Dean Foster Copyright © 2009 by Alan Dean Foster. Excerpted by permission of Del Rey, a division of Random House, Inc. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14846463.post-24813558666659601832009-04-17T20:49:00.000-04:002009-04-17T20:49:00.000-04:00I know the plot in Egypt has been stated. I know t...I know the plot in Egypt has been stated. I know the fact that pyramids will play a role in the second movie has also been stated. But I still felt this discovery I made was worth boasting about (thought I'm sure I'm not the first to discover it).<br /><br />I was watching the first movie with Bay commentary. He said during the Frenzy battle in the room with the radion "If you listen closely you can hear frenzy is saying every now and then 'Tutankhamun'. Just a funny thing I guess"<br /><br />Funny how frenzy would say that and the next movie is based somewhat on a pyramid and Egypt. Almost as if Bay was giving a clue.no use for a namehttp://www.watzituya.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14846463.post-85407616443156360192009-04-17T20:16:00.000-04:002009-04-17T20:16:00.000-04:00My bad, Ironhide not prime.
thanks for pointing ...My bad, Ironhide not prime. <br /><br />thanks for pointing that out punch.No use for a name.http://www.watzituya.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14846463.post-49228377000694910892009-04-17T19:57:00.000-04:002009-04-17T19:57:00.000-04:00I think too that Demolisher and Scavenger are the ...I think too that Demolisher and Scavenger are the same, just a toy mixup (final draft vs prototype). As far as how he gets to Cairo? Well, if Devastator is going to be that huge, how are constructicons going to join together ... besides climbing up eachother or something? I think they'll have the ability to fly. Well, not so much fly like a plane, but like a rocket. Just straight up. So Demolisher, seeing that he's loosing the battle with Prime, makes a run for it, lunching himself back into space. With just a minor adjustment on re-entry he could land in Egypt.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14846463.post-8970430121471136152009-04-17T19:36:00.000-04:002009-04-17T19:36:00.000-04:00@Max, and because it was cold, they hate cold for ...@Max, and because it was cold, they hate cold for whatever reason.<br />this is the part where you have to say its a movie and suspend your disbelief.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14846463.post-20175344046427874462009-04-17T19:28:00.001-04:002009-04-17T19:28:00.001-04:00But the whole point of them putting them in that s...But the whole point of them putting them in that specific part of the ocean was the water pressure at such great depths would crush the remains....Maxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09803783209790540645noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14846463.post-41941025966114929612009-04-17T19:28:00.000-04:002009-04-17T19:28:00.000-04:00heyy wat i dnt understand is if peple want toys fr...heyy wat i dnt understand is if peple want toys from ROTF toys so much, go on ebay they have some of the toys already but alot of dough including shipping. thy have the demolisheer, and rampage toy on there i wonder wat else they have on thereRYhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00617210007498667070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14846463.post-37711030785875534382009-04-17T19:24:00.000-04:002009-04-17T19:24:00.000-04:00It was Ironhide that came out of the pool, not Pri...It was Ironhide that came out of the pool, not Prime. Prime landed on the empty field which was witnessed by Sam & Mikaela.Punchnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14846463.post-31160021065034768962009-04-17T18:57:00.000-04:002009-04-17T18:57:00.000-04:00may I point out two things from the trailer.
1. ...may I point out two things from the trailer. <br /><br />1. bots fall onto an aircraft carrier in the ocean.<br /><br />2. We see Ravage coming from the ocean which could mean he was coming out of the water (though he doesn't appear to be dripping wet)<br /><br />I think this could mean that the bots can travel through water. Prime emerged from a pool which showed that they don't get damaged from water. So it's not like the bots are trapped on whatever island or continent they are on. They could swim. And being that devastator is huge isn't not to ridiculous to think he would try that.No use for a name.http://www.watzituya.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14846463.post-89487466785127881202009-04-17T18:50:00.000-04:002009-04-17T18:50:00.000-04:00Wait. Those toy images are the same bot. one is th...Wait. Those toy images are the same bot. one is the one that transforms, the other is one that only connects to the others to for devastator. Do there packages give two different names or something?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com