Transformers 2, or How to Piss Off Even Midnight Moviegoers
I don’t walk out on films as a matter of principle, but this film took awful to levels I’d never seen before.
a horrible experience of unbearable length, briefly punctuated by three or four amusing moments. One of these involves a dog-like robot humping the leg of the heroine. Such are the meager joys.
[Director Michael Bay] just wears you out and wears you down, so much so that it’s easy to pretend that you’re not ingesting 2 hours and 30 minutes of warmongering along with all that dumb fun.
It’s not the extravagant fireworks display that rankles, it’s everything else: the dull and pompous exposition, the trite characterizations, the tacky love story, the dismal comic relief and incongruous pretensions to the status of a popcorn epic.
