„Michael Bay, that prince of unsubtlety, royal rejecter of nuance and regal repudiator of light-and-shade, has returned with another of his mega-decibel action headbangers (…) I found it at once loud and boring, like watching paint dry while getting hit over the head with a frying pan.
(…) he famously calls his cinematic technique „fucking the frame“. That phrase might be brutal, but it’s accurate. And there’s no doubt about it: he really has given the frame a right old seeing-to this time. Bay has turned up at the frame’s flat with some unguent massage oils, scented candles and a hundredweight of Viagra. It isn’t long before the headboard of the frame’s bed is crashing repeatedly against the wall, while the frame gazes up at the ceiling … and I think the frame is faking it.
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For about two-thirds of this mind-frazzlingly dull film, we are led to believe that the „fallen“ of the title refers to this resurgent army. But then we find out it kind of means something else, and the storyline completely transforms itself into something even more boring than it was originally.
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The cherry on this cake of direness is the performance of Megan Fox, playing LaBeouf’s sultry girlfriend – a performer so poutingly wooden she makes Jordan look like Liv Ullmann. You’ll get better acting and superior entertainment at a monster truck rally.“

(Peter Bradshaw im britischen Guardian über das Transformers-Sequel „Transformers: Revenge Of The Fallen“)

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