From CHUD, Michael Bay's giant fucking robots are here, and they are dead-set on destroying lots of property, so it's fortunate that, in anticipation of the edifice-toppling third-act tilt, they've landed in Los Angeles, where great architecture is as disposable as a socialite's virginity. The only drawback to Bay's final fit of mechanical mayhem - and he is currently without peer when it comes to the staging of this stuff - is that one must endure a distended middle section bafflingly dedicated to a hunt for an antique pair of eyeglasses, which would be kind of like Spielberg pausing the ruthless forward-momentum of Jaws to have Chief Brody and Hooper chase Quint all over Amity for forty minutes just to charter the Orca.Read rest of review here, http://www.chud.com/index.php?type=reviews&id=10819
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This guy's writing goes a bit purple at times, but I think he hits the nail squarely at least twice. Here:
"There's something deeply discomfiting about this, but it wouldn't be a Michael Bay movie if there weren't lingering regrets about one's enjoyment."
And here:
"It's got giant fucking robots doing huge fucking damage to a lot of fucking expensive hardware and property. Expecting much more than that out of a picture like this is to be an idiot."
Good enough for me!
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