Took in an evening of candy. Sure it has measured caloric content, but it ain't good for you. A junk food of a film to rot your brain.
The trailer:
What can I say? A film that uses sensory overload to confuse you...or just leave you an open-mouthed blob of jelly after 2 1/2 hours plus. So much going on. So much flotsam and jetsam. So much visual stimuli. So many fight scenes where you cannot perceptibly ascertain where one robot begins and one ends during the frequent tangles.
And not content to leave robots be robots, this go 'round there are two Autobots who, unexplainably, are given voices of dubious honor. They are, ahem, from "the street". They walk with swagger and strut. One, after transforming from his automobile persona into robot, displays a gold tooth. They profess and proclaim to be illiterate and have no use for reading. Nice stereotypes there....
Apparently the United States armed forces allowed much much usage of their vehicles, toys, and ships for this film. What better way to advertise the glories of the military life, eh? "Come sign up to fly to desert lands and play with huge robots!"
A train wreck of overstimulation. The score? Unless you're really into it for the full theater surround sound, just wait for HBO.
The only saving grace? I did mention it was "candy" you know...
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