Now this is great stuff.
Let's put the subject matter aside for a sec. I love this. It comforts me greatly to see that, within the confines of the last two decades of mindless, pre-ordained toy design, there are still lessons from the lincoln log gurus lurking in the heart of the kindernet. When I was a kid, I concocted brilliant, operatic episodes wherein the Ninja turtles clashed, defending my homework desk against the Transformers, climaxing with a slow-mo sweep of Donatello's plastic bo through the ranks of the scuffed and traitorous Constructicons.
The day that software like Maya, or UnrealEd, or some game editor like the Movies game, becomes as essential to learning and youth as MS Paint or as inspirational to content creativity as BASIC was to me on the Apple IIe, then the sandbox will be regained. The pliable submissiveness of Starscream and his lego hordelings seems to have found a virtual set to host their sagas.
Vestigally, the idea that it is a re-enactment of Brokeback Mountain's critically acclaimed homosexuality, er story. But to be perfectly honest, that doesn't bother me in the least. The only thing keeping me away is the fact that it's by Ang Lee. I got used to losing my favorite curse word to the PC forces adjacent to me, but, still, well… fuck that
fag fool. See the restraint? I'm a halfway master of globalization already, already got the bay area down pat. The secret is knowing that without a gay friend you're still probably a homophobe, so empathy is in vain.
What we should all do is just relax and go skiing in Dubai. Dubai? Why, yes. Camels, sandstorms, terrorists, non-terrorists, and snow. That kind of shock therapy should give us some perspective, emancipate new epithets. As Master Splinter says, "I have always liked 'Cowabunga'."