Transformers will “certainly” make more than $150 million by Sunday night, I’ve been told. This is too depressing to write about at any length. If I could have clapped my hands and turned Transformers into a box-office bust, I would have clapped my hands and said “yeah.” I have this image of a 1500-foot tall statue of Micheal Bay striding Hollywood Blvd. like the Colossus of Rhodes, and then the statue suddenly coming alive with people screaming and cars crashing down below. And then Bay hearing the commotion and looking down and grinning, and then putting his hands on his hips and throwing his head back and going, “Hoo-haw-haw-haw-haw-haw!” — just like the big genie in Alexander Korda‘s The Thief of Baghdad.