Last week, we covered the stunningly high body count in the 1986 animated feature Transformers: the Movie. Familiar characters were dying at an alarming rate, but the worst was yet to come.
This was the scene that scarred an entire generation of children. This was the scene that broke hearts.
This is when we lost Optimus Prime.
In my case, I already knew. The terms ‘spoiler’ or ‘spoiler bombing’ didn’t exist then. I wouldn’t learn the first one until 1996; the second one was a more recent invention. But my mother was more than happy to ruin that key moment for me.
In retrospect, she almost seemed to gloat about it.
As I’ve said before, I didn’t cry. I refused, simply to deny my mother. But in the years following, I have. Multiple times. Because that scene hurts. Because I felt–and still feel–as though I had lost a parent. I loved him, because Bumblebee loved him, and he was a better role model than my own mother.
Losing him hurt. To this day, it still does. Even the music breaks me when I hear it.