It's the female version of Transformers, it's emotional porn, wish fulfilment.
Just because one guy made a series of shit movies dosen't mean you can say that.
Between where it is now, said movies, and where it began, as advertising for toys, a deep and engrossing world of philosophical and theological exploration exists.
Are they alive, do they have souls, do they need souls to be alive?
That's the Transformers universe I know, unlike most Asimovian rip offs the Transformers universe has the essential living nature of it's mechanical protagonists as foundational assumption, it's never questioned if they're alive or if their feelings are real, leaving us to question the nature of ourselves.
The implicit question is not: Can machines be alive?
Instead it is: Are we human beings essentially living machines?
It's a totally new and perhaps more accurate perspective on what machines are and can be.