Michael Bay is the victim of a lot of vicious hatred, and most of it is pretty much entirely justified. Over the years, this filmmaker has given the world more hogwash than all of Mills and Boon put together. There's a Facebook page titled 'Michael Bay sucks,' a Youtube video dedicated to understanding this suckiness and something called Michaelbay-sucks-ass on Deviantart that leaves very little up to imagination. An entry on Urban Dictionary describes him rather succinctly as 'An untalented director... His inability to improvise, his lack of creativity and his need for a big budget makes him the most pointless and deficient person in this business.' So much for universal peace and love. But it's not difficult to see where the animosity towards this man stems from: his films lack emotions, any semblance of a plot and are often based on the bulwark of exploding buildings, machines and inanimate objects in general. He has certain 'trademarks' that are seen in every movie, which pretty much boil down to his stylistic fetishism, and enough is enough. As the man plans to launch another atrocity towards Planet Earth with Transformers: Age of Extinction, here's a list of things that he ought to stay miles clear off, if he is to be salvaged from that special place in Hell that has been reserved for him after he did Pearl Harbour.
I'm Saahil from India and no, I don't own an elephant.
I write. I think P. G. Wodehouse might just be the greatest author of all times. Manhattan was definitely Woody Allen's masterpiece (yes, over Annie Hall). The Shawshank Redemption is overrated. I love debating. I've always dreamed of shooting zombies with a sawed-off during an apocalypse. I own a dog. The Sixth Sense was a fluke. Sheldon Cooper is probably the worst TV character right now. I play table tennis. I am socially awkward. I don't know how to end this. My editor's probably going to cream me for this. But, whatever.