The three reasons to see, "Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen."

First, your favorite way to describe your favorite movies is, "Shit blowd dup an’ den, the guy was, like, ‘Oh shit wass dat?’ and den he blowd up but he dinnin’t die coz he was throwd by the spolsion into a pillow factory… Whoa," then this movie is exactly for you.
Second, if you like cartoons, then this movie is for you.
Third, you just like going to the movies and you don’t care what’s on from Sex In The City to Sponge Bob to 300 to The Royal Tenenbaums.
If you require some character development, a plot, realistic settings, and good pacing, then this movie is not for you.
It starts as the Autobots, the good guys, and a special force of ineffective troops fight a giant Kingkongobot and beat it rather easily.
Then we see the main character is getting ready to leave for college where he will ruin his life with drugs and a lack of self discipline.
His parents are troubling and bumbling about and yapping and crying. Then there was a rock that falls out of the main character’s pocket. It turns the kitchen appliances into little rotten robots. It creates an action scene of sorts when one of the transformers from the previous movie blows shit up.
They get to college. Some cliché college antics happen within a minute period. Main character goes to a party at a frat house as a freshman rush. The party looks like a real expensive night club which employs women who lack self respect. Then… Uh-oh.. his transformer shows up and takes him to a secret meeting with Octopus Preem who has a brief dialogue with Main Character which does nothing at all for anything for the movie. Then this Voctoria’s Secret looking girls who is coming on to Main Character turns into a Barbobot that tries to eat him.
Stuff starts to blow up, robots fight, and people run. They figure out that some crazy shit is at stake due to some magical robots and shit.
They consult some ancient all knowing aborigine who somehow had the answer, you know, because though we have had the written word for five thousand years, it’s always more important to consult the oldest member of a group of savages who never foresee the imminent yearly dry season to cultivate and store some grain. Then they do a sort of National Treasure-esq search for ancient symbols based on something or other blah blah blah. Then they find a robot tomb and find the key! Yay! Main character grabs it and it turns to Black Sea salt. HAHAHAHAHA. I don’t think this moment was supposed to be funny. Instead of selling the Black Sea Salt to holistic urban yuppies for $100.00 a teaspoon. Then more shit blew up. People ran. The bad guys lost who cares? By the time the climax of the movie began I was cleaning dishes.