The new Transformers film is like a set of really shiny mag wheels: it catches your attention when moving, but once it stops you realise there’s a wanker in the driver’s seat.
Michael Bay has set his sub-woofer to bowel-shaking and parked this sequel across three disabled spots, making every attempt to grab your eye. This second instalment promises total bang for your buck as the Autobots and Decepticons do battle once again with us humans caught in the middle. Our only hope lies in the hands of Sam Witwicky (Shia LeBeouf), who’s formative college years and blossoming relationship with ludicrously hot girlfriend Mikaela (Megan Fox), have been interrupted by the intergalactic demolition derby.
Any further mention of plot will only give you a false impression of narrative. After all, this is Bay we’re talking about – the directorial equivalent of the Chk Chk Boom Girl. If anything, the story inconveniences the film as a whole. It appears in the brief quiet moments, coughing and spluttering amongst the dust-cloud. It’s here that characters reel off massive chunks of expositional dialogue in order to jump to the next set piece. And this is what Revenge of the Fallen really is: a collection of loosely connected sequences. Some are funny, some are exciting; all of them must have cost the GDP of a small country to film.
Overlong and almost completely devoid of character, Transformers still manages to have its share of fun moments. Ultimately however, this cinematic machine’s pulse-raising roar comes from a dodgy exhaust, not a high performance engine.
2 stars.