“People can be terrible about things they don’t understand,” she tells him.
Thus starts a sort of E.T. for 2018, in which Charlie and Bumblebee outfox another pair of Decepticons, the entire US Army (led by a mechanical John Cena) and her distracted mum and stepdad. If the film seems to have that kid-sized, wistful 1980s Steven Spielberg feel, it might be because Spielberg serves as an executive producer.
Hodson is the first woman to originate and write a film in the US$4.3-billion Transformers franchise and she proves extremely capable of blending loud action with human pathos, not to mention tart with sweet, though she gets dangerously close to maudlin when it comes to Charlie’s dad. “I can’t lose you, too,” the young woman tells the yellow robot. Steinfeld nails teen alienation but also can turn on empathy beautifully and has a winning cockiness. Plus, she sings the movie’s signature song (Talk about a transformer).
Hodson and director Travis Knight take full advantage of the film’s late-1980s setting to give us visual and audio jokes. Steve Winwood’s Higher Love plays during a montage as Charlie lovingly restores a muscle car, and Sammy Hagar’s I Can’t Drive 55 blares during a car chase. This is the 1980s, so expect plenty of Walkman, Pop-Tarts, Alf and Miami Vice references. And look for a moment when it seems like the very internet itself gets created.
Hits by Bon Jovi, Duran Duran, a-ha, Tears for Fears and Wang Chung are sprinkled throughout. (Bumblebee turns out to be quite a good music critic too, hilariously rejecting some of Charlie’s options). Die-hard franchise fans also get to hear the power ballad You Got the Touch that appeared in the 1986’s animated Transformers film. They’re also true to the universe — Bumblebee will eventually change at the end to what he becomes when Bay was in charge, a Chevrolet Camaro. After so many over-the-top battles in the metal-thumping series, it’s fun here to watch Bumblebee commit more small-scale mayhem, like egging someone’s car. The robot is rendered as a sort of distracted, flaky adolescent teenager and a sequence in which he’s left home alone is priceless.
Hard-core fans may be unhappy that there’s not enough robot-on-robot violence, or get turned off by the meet-cute between teen and robot, but hopefully it will attract an audience either tired or turned off by the franchise’s past rigidity and addiction to spectacle. This is what we needed: Smaller, quieter, more human and sweeter.
Bumblebee, a Paramount Pictures release, is rated PG-13 by the Motion Picture Association of America for sequences of sci-fi violence. Running time: 119 minutes. Three stars out of four.