Armitage Shanks, we have a job for you.

Rating: 2/10 (25 June 2009)

What the hell is going on here? Rhetorical question aside, we can seriously see for ourselves that this second movie of the Transformers franchise is an abysmal rash on the arse end of a toilet bacteria doing the rounds in the U-bend of life. While losing its way in the wasting sewers of time that is the completely unnecessary and over-the-top eye-candy that populates this self-pleasing world of Kruger, Orci and Kurtzman, who, at the same time does more than insult the intelligence of their audience. Suggesting, for example, that by the time of reaching middle age, Judy Witwicky does not have the slightest clue as to what she has in her possession when taking young Sam to University. If this was placed into the final draft to execute giggles from its audience then it just could not have been a more stone cold sobering moment if it had not tried any harder. A pure ridiculous and unneeded moment.
The foresight of imagination in the auditorium is made more limited by the smoke and mirrors that are here to distract the basic observations of realities from the fanciful, comic puerile tendencies that is Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen.
With a slant on a propaganda front, the coupling of the Untied States and her ally Great Britain, it seems more than a smattering of topical eventualities' than two nations gunning for one common mechanical purpose. This, and the nauseating sequence of "families of war" and the more than coincidence of Mr. and Mrs. Witwicky being placed in the heart of the battle to project the unity of support and concern is slightly worrying. In that this movie seems that it has to pull itself in this direction of topical heartstrings that is, in the end result, more propaganda than entertainment.
Still, the world of intergalactic terrorism is prominent within this celluloid farce as is, too, the MTV news channels that regurgitate the similar dross with still endless results. The seamless narcissistic, ego boosting war machine we see here is ludicrous: blast 'em with all ya got! And just how "did" those U.S. tanks end up in the Egyptian desert? Think beyond the margin and it will transcend you into the wider appreciation of just how shallow and egocentric this second instalment is.
Apart from the shoddy continuity edit's, childish humour, DVD selling eye-candy and overall poor execution of plot, the cowardice of the use of foul language, if you are going to say IT then say IT; fear of losing its 12a (UK) certificate would seem more worrying than the fear of losing the third instalment war of cinema seats it seems.
Sadly, Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen has fallen, fallen into the arms that are Armitage Shanks, leaving you more than a little flushed, it will leave you empty, relieved and thanking god that that is all over.