Michael Bay, 2005
utter. trite. shite.
[ there are a few good moments in the film, but they are simply overrun by the terrible staleness of the Michael Bay style to have any kind of positive effect on my enjoyment of the flick.
oh, and in this world, MSN Search is the biggest thing; and a character cracks that sponsors are people who own you, all while a big-ass Budweiser advertises behind the stars' heads for the entire sequence. ]
Posted by Sam | 12:28 AM