People have actually been bitching about this movie. It's a two and a half hour long movie about robots from outer space punching each other based off of a toy line from the eighties. It even says so in the frikkin' credits. What do you expect, Shakespeare? No, this is Michael Bay doing what he does best. Making big explosions and showing Megan Fox's ample cleavage bouncing in slo-motion. Seriously, if you have a problem with that then you must hate America. And you know who hates America? Terrorists. Ipso Facto, If you hated this movie, you're no better than Osama Bin Laden.

This movie is bigger, louder, stupider, explosioney-er, and robot punching-ier than the original. Also Megan Fox shows up wearing hot leather pants and then strips them off for no reason. Yes, I just typed that. Michael Bay knows what he's doing here, people. Trust in the man who realizes that the only reason we're even in the theater is because we're basically retarded enough to accept that hot women and vehicles that turn into giant robots and shoot/punch each other is a good way to entertain ourselves. The whole premise is based around incoherent stupidity meant to sell toys to sugar-addicted children, did you really expect a script devoid of plotholes and filled with meaningful dialogue.

BOOM! SMASH! KRAWW!!!!

That is the only dialogue you need. Don't like it, bitch about it on the internet. You're bound to look intelligent in the process. I'm sure of it.