The crotchety men were transformed into boys, terrified Bay came home a driven man.
Moving on, this is his office—sorry for the mess—and this is his giant lava lamp, probably the biggest lava lamp you can get, and this is the conference room where we can sit and talk about He wanted to catch his breath. This is not the kind of handsome you expect of a guy who has entered into the canon of the world's cinematic literature. Because now you're wishing he didn't park in the handicapped spot. There really is no defense you can give to a healthy thirty-seven-year-old man parking his 0,000 Ferrari in a handicapped spot. Because you are a generous human being with a regular heart and you like your main character to be sympathetic? He's pointing to the building housing Jerry Bruckheimer's office. There is a reason it's good to make a studio a lot of money. Then they give you money to do stuff you want to do. Oh, he is not looking forward to that conversation. This stupid phone, which is the only thin in the conference table except for another giant white orchid. Does anybody know how to turn this stupid speaker thing off? cost 0 million to make, and that was one sinking ship. No, this was a subject that deserved a real, actual writer. Oh, you wish he didn't just pull up here to the production office and, without so much as a blip of hesitation, pull his car into the handicapped spot. All of his movies have been Bruckheimer productions. " He's not back at his office, the Bay Films office, which shares a wall with the Playboy production studios, which is a funny coincidence worth noting, seeing as Bay definitely has a Hefner-esque reputation around town. " he shouts into the hallway to no one in particular. "I'll tell you how to turn it off," He says, picking it up. He had a two-picture deal with Disney, and this was the only idea to come out of all those boring meetings that intrigued him. He's making a loving joke about Jerry, something how Jerry—now, Because that is the very word you were thinking about. Personally, I need to shake it up a little," he says. Hefener himself was kind enough to send several delicious Playmates to a recent Michael Bay birthday bash. "You unplug it, that's what you do." In one mighty burst, he rips the cord out, looks at it. He tosses the phone back on the table, where it lands upside down, just dead there like that, a carcass of phone beside a giant white orchid. But then again, was a movie about Peal Harbor even possible? That is the word you often hear used by people who are critical of Michael Bay's movies. Inside the reception area, there is a pretty girl answering phones and a giant white orchid and Bay's dog Mason, an English mastiff, the biggest dog you can get. But that's not all, because recenty Bay got another mastiff, Grace. It looks like a destroyed helicopter in one of his movies.