It’s important to review films on their own terms, and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Out of the Shadows‘ terms are, essentially, that’s it’s a giant commercial aimed at 11-year-olds. Now, all “tentpole” movies are commercials, to some extent, but this is a sequel, to a reboot, of a movie adaptation, of a cartoon from the ’80s, which was designed mostly to sell toys in the first place, produced by the Transformers guy (Michael Bay) and financed through a partnership between Paramount and the Chinese company Alibaba. [sociallocker]We’re used to giant commercials, but this is sort of the apotheosis of giant commercials, designed to appeal to the broadest cross-section of international youth while promoting the most brands (Mattel, Carmelo Anthony, Tastykake, Dodge, etc.).
In one scene, Michaelangelo wanders through a Dia De Los Muertos parade and compliments a guy on his Bumblebee costume. You know, Bumblebee from Transformers. Because if there’s one thing kids like, it’s corporate synergy. Now, accepting those terms, and in comparison to Transformers, its closest cinematic relative, TMNT: Out Of The Shadows actually isn’t half bad. In fact, parts of it are pretty damned good.
But first I should qualify. It’s very dumb. And often in that particular Michael Bay way, where it’s gross and pandering and kind of porny while trying to look cool and macho — like a cinematic barbed wire tattoo. Leonardo actually has a tribal arm band tat in this movie. A few of them have tats, in fact — as teenagers, you wonder if the tattoo artist had to get permission from Splinter. Anyway.
Michael Bay only produced this time, while the directing job went to Dave Green, previously of the quietly successful Earth to Echo, and writing duties fell to Josh Appelbaum and Andre Nemec (both of whom also exec produced). Nonetheless, it’s hard not to assume Bay’s influence in an opening scene where Megan Fox (as TV reporter April O’Neil, who does almost no reporting in this movie) goes “undercover” as a “nerd,” in a blonde wig and glasses, to investigate an evil scientist played by Tyler Perry (who, credit where credit’s due, acts the hell out of this role when he could’ve just showed up and collected a paycheck). They’re fake bonding over some nerd stuff, as bespectacled weaklings do, when she notices that he’s passed off the MacGuffin, and has to ditch him.
Next thing you know, she’s tearing off her wig and glasses, and transforming into a slutty Catholic school girl, complete with plaid miniskirt and low-cut white shirt tied off at the waist. There’s that other thing kids love, uh, beer commercial makeovers.
The whole thing feels like a shampoo ad from the ’90s, and not just because Megan Fox has stolen Britney Spears’ outfit from the “…Baby One More Time” video. Strangely, a lot of Out of the Shadows exudes a similarly 1998 idea of cool, with a soundtrack featuring all manner of bygone Jock Jams, from Fatboy Slim to “Rumpshaker” to Run-DMC’s “It’s Tricky.” You get the same sense of surreal randomness seeing which cultural artifacts get thrown into this media porridge as you would hearing someone sing Ricky Martin in a North Korean karaoke bar, or seeing an Angolan villager wearing a Dukakis shirt.
Likewise, the plot is this kind of discount superhero slurry, featuring the full house of clichés, from transformative serum, to giant portal above New York, to bad guy (Krang) rushing to complete an ersatz Death Star. There’s also a conformity vs. proud outcast subplot by way of a serum that can be reverse engineered to maybe turn the turtles into humans, a la two or three X-Men movies. But again, I mostly expected plot slurry. And the way Out of the Shadows blatantly yadda yadda’d anything too expository actually had a goofy charm. It’s at its best when it allows itself to be silly, like a foreign cartoon that doesn’t entirely translate.[/sociallocker]