Megan Fox was on Watch What Happens Live last night, and Andy Cohen put her up to a game of Plead the Fifth. Megan didn’t plead the fifth once, because clearly Megan is an open book with no secrets. Andy’s second question to Megan was about a 2011 Details magazine interview Shia LaBeouf gave, in which he pretty heavily implied that he and his Transformers co-star Megan might have been rocking trailers on set.
At the time, Shia said:
“Look, you’re on the set for six months, with someone who’s rooting to be attracted to you, and you’re rooting to be attracted to them. I never understood the separation of work and life in that situation. But the time I spent with Megan was our own thing, and I think you can see the chemistry onscreen.”
He also claimed that he wasn’t sure if Megan was with her then-boyfriend (now husband) Brian Austin Green at the time, adding: “It was what it was.” Megan wasn’t nearly as vague as Shia was seven years ago. She came straight out and confirmed that, yeah, they were banging.
“I mean, I would confirm that it was romantic. Like, I love him. I’ve never been really quiet about that. I love him.”
I wish Andy had followed up with a question asking what it was like to have sex with Shia before he started looking like an itchy drifter. Instead he asked whether it was just an on-set romance (or a showmance), to which Megan replied, “Yeah…sure.” Megan’s conversation about the Transformers days didn’t end with talk about Shia. A caller asked Megan if she’d ever work with tits n’ TNT expert Michael Bay again. Several years ago, Shia implied in an interview that Megan left the Transformers franchise because she was just too smart for Michael Bay. Megan says that everything is all good with Michael Bay, and that she was the one who reached out to him with an olive branch and apologized for ever talking shit about him in public.
Back to that game of Plead the Fifth. Megan also confirmed that her favorite Olsen twin is Mary-Kate, and that she once got so mad at BAG, she scrawled Nietzsche quotes on the walls of their house in Sharpie. Huh, I would have thought that a brilliant philosophical mind like Megan would have chosen someone deeper than Nietzsche. But I suppose when you’re full of rage and plastic fumes are blowing out of your Botoxed ears, you just don’t have the mental capacity to quickly channel your knowledge of Sartre.