HuffPost Review: <i>Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen</i>

After seeingI felt a little like the boy who cried wolf.
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After seeing Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen, I felt a little like the boy who cried wolf.

After all, I've already tarred both Night at the Museum 2 and Land of the Lost as the summer's biggest big-budget crimes against cinema. And now here comes this latest steaming pile from director Michael Bay to blow them all out of the water.

I sat through this $200-million movie's hubristic 147 minutes (the longest, most painful sit since Australia), stunned into semi-consciousness at how something that cost so much could make so little sense.

It's hard to exaggerate what a depressing mess of a film this misbegotten monstrosity is. More depressing still, it will attract lemming-like multitudes to multiplexes this weekend, further convincing Bay of his own genius.

This is what we've come to: movies based on cartoons that were marketing tools for toys. The most important name in the credits isn't Bay's - it belongs to Hasbro. I know that any day now, I'll read the announcement that Bay has signed someone like Adam Sandler to play Tony the Tiger in Frosted Flakes: the Movie.

Like the 2007 reboot from which this unholy spawn springs, Transformers 2 is about robots from outer space - good ones and evil ones - who decide to have it out on Earth. According to this film's prologue, it's been going on since the days of the cavemen (in this case, with a politically correct group of racially diverse Neanderthals).

Modern-day Earth weapons apparently are useless against these so-called Autobots. That doesn't stop the U.S. military from sending troops to fight them with conventional weapons (apparently no other army on Earth is willing to engage).

Once again, the key to everything is a teen named Sam, played by Shia LaBeouf, who hasn't looked like a teen for a number of years. But the plot is merely an excuse for endless demolition-derby effects: explosions; flying masonry; more explosions; blindingly incomprehensible computer-generated sequences of these walking scrapheaps fighting like pro wrestlers - and did I mention explosions?

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