So much of a stereotypical display of its target audience's interests, that's it's almost parody.

Rating: 2/10 (1 May 2012)

Being exactly like the first film except cruder, noisier, messier, and unfortunately LONGER, the mindless formula of: explosion, teen comedy, explosion, teen comedy, filler, explosion, filler, explosion, gets incredibly old quick, and by only the second film in the trilogy. This is due to director Micheal Bay's very narrow-minded and uninspired take on film-making. He's a simpleton in his work, with emphasis being put on SIMPLE, and the result is repetition of the first film in remarkably weaker and boring form because if it can't set itself apart from its own predecessor, then it can forget coming off as different as all the other ugly clusterf***s of CGI and fire that maraud among the theaters of America. That on top of the human characters being less human than the Transformers themselves, and more full-on racial stereotypes (which the Transformers are as well) with no identity or personality, and only there to commit heinous acts of juvenile humor, everything is taken to a higher and more insufferable extreme than in the first thanks to Micheal Bay's dimwitted logic of "bigger automatically equals better". And as if it wasn't hard enough to sit through as it is, it's even more difficult to make it through because of its ridiculous length. At its core, It's the same helping you'd come to expect despite all the steroids it's on in this sequel. With Revenge of the Fallen, Transformers has proved that it is the testosterone-soaked immaturity counterpart to the Twilight series of films. Tweens will go crazy for brainless and shirtless romance with nothing to it, and teenage boys will go crazy for brainless action and explosions.