Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen

Michael Bay certainly has his own style of film-making and is the industry’s veritable man-child director running amok with big budgets and even bigger explosions. And while Bay usually does what he does well (which says nothing of it actually being good), he’s overdone it with his latest, Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen. The preceding film in 2007 introduced audiences to Hasbro’s nostalgic toy-line in fitting blockbuster fashion, bringing childhood imaginations to life in a way few thought possible. That right first step, presumably, gave Bay the inclination to crank it up to 11 this time and overload Revenge of the Fallen with so much eye candy and fury you’ll walk out of the theater with ocular cavities and a general amnesia to the preceding two-and-a-half hours. We’ll call the condition “Bay Overdose,” which can be traced back to a number of the film’s afflictions.