Mother of God. What have you done with my Transformers franchise? Give it back! Give it back!
The first flick was such a magnificent experience. In retrospect, there was a lot of stupid in it. The story didn’t make a whole hell of a lot of sense and the ending was pretty lame. And any movie that flogs secret government installations inside Hoover Dam is bound to be a little silly.
But at least it didn’t have a metal sea anemone as a bad guy. Nor a sex bot as an infiltrator. Nor a pot crazed mother.
The simple fact is, sometimes there is such a thing as too much action. Too many damned explosions.
Bigger, better, faster, more may be the American way. But it doesn’t always enhance stuff.