You're hot, but you ain't so bright

So I got into quite the heavy argument with my dad last night. It started when I went into the kitchen to tell him that we were going to leave for Transformers 2 midnight show at around 9. He had hesitated, then proceeded to tell me that he would be dropping us off instead of me driving, because he was worried about my 12-year-old brother being out so late. At which point, I just blew up.

Really, I had no reason to get angry. I know I didn’t, and sadly I also know that there’s no way I will ever admit this aloud. But…I just didn’t like the idea of being dropped off and picked up in the wee hours of the morning by my own father. It sounds so juvenile, but it really was just my ego not having it. Not to mention, I was just tired of people messing with my plans. My dad didn’t know this, of course, but the fact that people were backing out of these plans or just not getting back to me at all was clearly getting to me. And I was just sick of it. All I wanted to do was drive to the damn theater and watch the stupid movie. I was also extremely annoyed with him for telling me that he didn’t like the idea of Michael watching the midnight show at the very last minute, especially since because I had already bought his damn ticket. And the worst part of it all was that I didn’t even give a shit who drove to the theater, I just kept arguing with him (and eventually, my mom) for the sake of arguing. Because he wouldn’t realize that he was messing with my plans, and he was doing it when I was fucking sick and tired of people messing with my plans. All he had to do was freaking admit it. I don’t even know anymore. The storm’s over now, so I guess I should stop dwelling on it.

Transformers 2 was…okay, I suppose. I really didn’t have any expectations for it, and I knew it was going to be long as hell, so I guess I liked it. The action scenes were unbelievably amazing. Seriously, you could take out all the parts with Shia and Megan Fox and the rest of the humans and it wouldn’t make a difference. Optimus Prime was just so freaking badass. But the rest of the movie? Ugh. The writing was horrible, and every other bit of dialogue kept making me cringe. The jokes were funny at first, but they were just so much more crude and outrageous that you just knew they threw it in there for kicks. The scene where Sam’s mom got high was so stupid. I hated the whole bit. Actually, I just hated the parents in general. I loved them in the first movie, but they trashed the mom in this sequel. I would say more, but I can’t believe I’ve wasted these many words on reviewing this movie already.

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