TRANSFORMERS REVENGE OF THE FALLEN made oodles of money this past weekend - opening with 60 million plus on wednesday night alone, it has been a money-making monster. i was so excited to see it. i didn't have time during the week so i carved out time for a midnight weekend show all to myself. i figured that my readers (what little there are) would appreciated an uninhibited movie review. (that and i couldn't find anyone to go with me at the ungodly hour LOL). well, after sitting through all 144,000 minutes of the movie, i only have one word: "YAWN" like X-MEN ORIGINS: WOLVERINE, i wanted to like this movie so much. i really wanted to! but sigh - i couldn't. it was a fun movie and the effects were pretty killer, but this was a bad sequel of disjointed scenes strung together by a thoroughly overused and uninspired plotline. when the first TRANSFORMERS movie came out, just the sound BOBAAAACREEEZZZZIIP of the robots changing was cool, because we had never heard it before in high-def. this time, that sound was irritating by minute 5. to build this franchise, they could and should have taken a cue from real storytellers. they used the voice of optimus prime as a centering-point for real substance. the movie went like this: action >> optimus prime talks >> action >> action >> action >> megan fox >> action >> action >> optimus prime talks >> more megan fox >> action >> optimus prime talks >> [end] >> a little more megan fox... don't get me wrong, i didn't go to this movie expecting GONE WITH THE WIND, but give moviegoers a little more credit. i have said it before and i'll say it again, american filmmakers think we are so dumb. they think a little action and T&A will make us happy. i can just see them sitting around a table - "okay, so how can we really slap them across the face with something outrageous? the action just needs to be bigger than last time cuz if it is, then we got 'em!" ....bleh. thanks but no thanks. i'll take THE TAKING OF PELHAM 123 any day over this so-so film. final thought: TRANSFORMERS REVENGE OF THE FALLEN was a fun ride, but like all rides, i want off. nexxxxxxxxxt.... btw - PUBLIC ENEMIES comes out this week!!! p.s. i shot this photo before i saw the movie in anticipation of it being a decent film. oh well...it was cool to pose with robots either way! :D

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