Transformers

It's not that Bay's vision for the robot-battle choreography is unimaginative. Rather, he lacks imagination to provide viewers with a way of putting all the pieces together for themselves.

Thank god the Transformers speak primarily in proper nouns--if they hadn't shouted "Optimus! Megatron!" every time they struck a blow, I'd have no idea what was happening.

I challenge you to name another movie about an alien robot come to save the world while disguised as a yellow Camaro. Isn't it just an intergalactic Herbie the Love Bug?

Films directed by Michael Bay are usually like being shouted at by a halfwit for two and a half hours, and Transformers is no exception.

The film does have a lot of issues, but if you can get past them, it’s a good time.

After five films of explosive, mind-numbing action scenes, Michael Bay’s ‘Transformers’ had run its course. ‘Bumblebee’ was a pleasant surprise, but the latest film feels straight out of a Hasbro assembly line.

Even folks who wouldn’t know a Transformer from a Teletubby might enjoy early parts of the film, but all goodwill is drained by the end.

Adrenaline-soaked fight sequences and massively destructive gunplay push Michael Bay's riveting robot orgy into a new sector of action epics.