Michael Bay and company return to the toybox in this summer action sequel. But is it worth the ride?
"It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing." -Macbeth
With that, Bill Shakespeare aptly summed up the film catalog of Michael Bay, the director known for the most brainless of big-budget action flicks.
When Bay first signed on to produce a Transformers movie, Fanboy Nation set message boards aflame in disapproval. Then the movie came out, delivering enough undiluted cool moments to make up for Bay's characteristic plot holes. And Fanboy Nation rejoiced.
So expectations were high for Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen, and sadly, Bay responded by cranking the dial to obnoxious levels.
Sam Witwicky (Shia LaBeouf) is gearing up for his first year of college and a long-distance relationship with his smokin' hot girlfriend (Megan Fox) when he again finds himself drawn into a civil war between rival factions of robots disguised as American-built automobiles.
I was only hoping that Revenge of the Fallen could match some of the silly exhilaration of the first movie. Instead, I got eye-humped with a disjointed barrage of effects-driven spectacle, half-baked wisecracks, "don't you die on me" moments left over from Bay's Pearl Harbor and, most unforgivably, a brutal two-and-a-half-hour running time. What is this, Optimus of Arabia?
There's a place for sound and fury in the summertime, but this is a mess. Even the fanboys can skip it.