A cell phone turns into a Mini-Me Transformer--I mean, Transmorpher. It zaps a dim witted girl in a convertible, then also eradicates some idiot in a van. At this point, I was pulling for the 'Morphers. They were only doing away with fools, anyway.
Red flags pop up everywhere with the film's title. This movie is every bit the joke you'd expect from one that packages a morphed title of a recent big-budget film (which was a poor movie to begin with). With a budget of about 99 cents, it's just about as novice and amateurish a production as you'll see. To begin with, there's really no plot; nothing is connected in any way.
The robots pop up at random, and the CGI quality varies, as does the power of the 'bots. One minute they're impervious to rocket missiles, the next minute a wild pistol shot from a moving car at extreme distance can bring it down. The bullet-induced Morph explosions were way over done and absolutely hilarious. I love how the Morphers also recoil from projectiles that visibly haven't even hit them yet.
The only name actor exits early, leaving the Drama 1A drop-outs to stage weird scenes. The romantic interlude is churned out poorly, maybe just to increase running time. You knew what was coming for most every character, who all seem to be parodies of themselves. In particular, the guy that talked about how "Russians tortured one of these things until it surrendered its memory chip." I laughed so hard I had stomach convulsions. Speaking of the Morphers themselves, they appear to be doing Three Stooges impressions. First they sneak up on victims and beam lasers from behind; then in later scenes they just stand around gawking stupidly.
So utterly stupid. It's an Asylum flick, so have a Conkla Cola and a McDanny's Big Quack for snacks to munch while you laugh at this.
