Unfortunately, the slogan "more than meets the eye” does not apply to the slam-bang action sequel "Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen.”
Instead, director Michael Bay staunchly adheres to the credo "more is better,” making the follow-up to his 2007 blockbuster bigger, dumber and louder.
The film does have some escapist entertainment value. But after 2½ hours of robots, explosions, tanks, more robots, missiles, more explosions and still more robots, the fun wears off.
A coherent storyline might offset some of the mindless monotony, but it takes the movie an hour to get to that minor detail. Even then, the plot holes are big enough for Ironhide, Devastator or one of 45 other Transformers to rumble through.
Yes, I know these movies are based on the Hasbro toy line about Autobots and Decepticons, warring alien robots who transform into trucks, planes and the like. Yes, I understand the inherent ludicrousness of expecting high cinema from such roots. And yes, I know many fans just want to see big robots bash each other.
If you haven’t seen the first movie, don’t even bother with the sequel.
After a quick flashback to 17,000 B.C., we rejoin now-Maj. Lennox (Josh Duhamel) and Tech Sgt. Epps (Tyrese Gibson), part of a secret government unit working with the Autobots (good robots) to root out the remaining Decepticons (bad robots).