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.
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.