Product Description

One of the most popular, thrill-packed, franchises of all time is back with even more action and more Autobots and Decepticons! In the highly anticipated Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen, Decepticon forces return to Earth on a mission to take Sam Witwicky (Shia LaBeouf) prisoner, after the young hero learns the truth about the ancient origins of the Transformers. Joining the mission to product humankind is Optimus Prime, who forms an alliance with international armies for a second epic battle.

Product Details

• Amazon Sales Rank: #41 in DVD
• Brand: DRM
• Released on: 2009-10-20
• Rating: PG-13 (Parental Guidance Suggested)
• Aspect ratio: 2.35:1
• Formats: AC-3, Color, Dolby, DTS Surround Sound, Dubbed, Special Edition, Subtitled, Widescreen
• Original language: English, French, Spanish
• Subtitled in: English, French, Spanish, Portuguese
• Dubbed in: French, Spanish
• Number of discs: 2
• Dimensions: 1.20 pounds
• Running time: 150 minutes

Amazon.com
Pure. Popcorn. Entertainment. That's an exact classification of director Michael Bay's Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen. Think of Transformers 1 on crack. In other words, this sequel took all of the extreme elements that made fans love the first movie and increased them exponentially. The action is nonstop, with battles and explosions from start to finish. The camera (without any subtlety) exploits Megan Fox's hotness to the max. As if she weren't enough, a new sex kitten (Isabel Lucas) is thrown into the equation. Shia LaBeouf is as charismatic as ever, and fills the starring role with ease. And then there's the humor. Sam's parents (Kevin Dunn and Julie White)provided some semi-raunchy laugh-out-loud moments in the first movie, but now they take it to the next level. Sometimes it seems like they are trying a little too hard, but it is still hilarious.

As far as the “plot” goes, the writers didn't waste much time--it's really just a context for the giant-robot death matches and dramatic slow-mo sequences. The movie kicks off two years later where the Autobots have formed an alliance with the U.S. government, creating an elite team led by Major Lennox (Josh Duhamel), in an effort to snuff out any remaining Decepticons that show up. The bad guys keep coming, and it turns out that a much more menacing force than Megatron is out there--and it is looking for something on Earth that is tied to the very origin of the Transformers race. Fans of the franchise will be delighted by the addition of many new robot characters (there are well over 40 in the sequel, versus only 13 in the first). The second Transformers has shaped up to be one of the worst reviewed and most successful movies of all time. This strange pairing is really just an indication that this movie has one purpose: to entertain. The creators didn't want to waste time bogging down the action and drama with substance--which was arguably a good decision. --Jordan Thompson

Customer Reviews

A new low, even for Michael Bay.
One of the chief complaints that I hear from people, mainly fanboys, regarding Bay's adaptation of the Transformers to the big screen is that Bay "murdered their childhood". With this movie, I think it is much more serious than that. Here, I think he murdered the fine art of moviemaking altogether. I have often been critical of Jerry Bruchheimer's productions in the past when the fact is that a sizable percentage of those productions were directed by none other than Bay. Now that Bay and Bruckheimer seem to have gone their seperate ways, Bay's direction seems more odious than ever. You would think that someone who has been in the motion picture industry as long as Bay would improve and grow over time. Not so.

If I were to go into detail about all of TRotF's problems, I would have to write a book that makes a library dictionary look like a travel brochure. So I can only scratch the surface. Getting started, I must say that if you found the confusing battle sequences of the first movie incoherent and sloppy, you'll find that things have only changed for the worse here. Bay is obviously a firm believer in throwing in as many explosions and CGI effects into an action sequence as he can at the expense of coherence, believability, and excitement.

I further had problems with all of the characters human and robot alike. Let me start with the former. Spike and Mikala's soap opera about who must say "I love you" first is completely out of place in a movie about robots. Is it just me or is the longest sentence needed to explain the situation intelligently "WHO CARES???"? The scene in which Spike's mother gets high during his college tour made me wonder why the film's writer's are not in an assisted care facility let alone writing blockbuster scripts. While there is not one actor or actress throughout this whole misfire who had a good performance, perhaps the worst offender is John Turturro. Didn't he use to do good movies like Barton Fink? Here he emails in his role. I don't like to speak for others, but I'm sure I'm not the only one who did not need to see his government issue thong.

Now for the robots. Here I'm left with three words - OH DEAR LORD!!! I definitely had problems with Bumblebee. Didn't he have his voice issue corrected at the end of the first movie? I guess Bay felt that we didn't get enough disingenuous pop culture references the first time around. How about that Skidflapz and Mud (is that correct? ummm - who cares?)? Why don't we just bring back the blackface and go back to calling Sidney Portier an "Uncle Tom" for playing dignified black men while we're at it, chilluns? And what is the point of having robots that fart, have testicles, and hump legs? My opinion is that we need to let our sense of humor evolve past such crudeness. However, if you must put scatological and sexual humor in a film, then put it in something R-rated and not something that is being marketed as a toy line for children.

TRotF was not just a bad movie for me, it made me very disgusted with how the Hollywood Big Money perceives the audience that is their financial lifeline. Hollywood is biting the hand that feeds it. There is a lot of misinformation floating around that if you dislike TRotF then you must be a stiff overcultured L7. If you liked this movie, that is your right. Go ahead and watch it again. Go ahead and write a positive review for it if it means that much to you. But if you decide to leave a nasty comment in my Comment area, think about the movie you are defending. Think about the robot testicles, Spike's stoned mother, the ethnic mistrel show robots, or John Turturro's exposed backside. Or better yet don't think about it.

I wish I could have transformed into a gun to shoot myself.
This was by far the worst movie I have seen this year. It was a complete sequel rip-off of the first movie which was only a 3 star flick to begin with. There was no plot, and the acting was about as well developed as a Polaroid in the hot sun. The original animated movie release from the 80's was far superior to this movie. The only saving grace was the special effects which were phenomenal. That said, I would never sit through this movie again, nor wish anybody else to have to do the same. The attention to continuity detail was also hilarious. How can white pants stay so sparkling bright with explosions and tumbling through the dirt? Maybe she had a Tide Stain Stick with her. They should show this movie to the prisoners at Gitmo instead of waterboarding them. Do yourself a favor and DO NOT watch this movie.

Explosion Weapon Robot Hardware America F/X Explosion Movie!
First, do an Internet video search for "Michael Bay explosions" and watch the video you get, a gem from Seth Green and Robot Chicken. The only real difference from this video and this fun little over-the-top CGI-fest is that the movie goes on for an additional two hours.

Synopsis: Bad AGRs (alien giant robots) are mad at good AGRs, and mad at a few choice humans, too, and they all duke it out all over our little planet, destroying lots of landmarks in very, very loud and visually cool ways.

Of course, my 11-year-old son loved this thing, all the way through. He pronounced it much better than the first Transformers movie, and I have to agree with him, as I sat through that one, and gave up on it after about thirty minutes.

From the first minutes, you get high-tech military ops, explosions, cool flying debris, massive and gratifying Hollywood movie explosion fireballs, chases, and CGI action so fast and so intricate and that you've got to put the DVD player on slo-mo to actually see all the work that the F/X geeks put into the scenes. Never mind the ridiculous opening premise of the Chinese government allowing a full-blown American (there are a couple of Brit allies, in the thinnest sliver of a nod to multilateralism) military combat op to take place on their soil.

This film is a nonstop raging orgy of military hardware, reeeeeally close to but not quite a two-hour commercial for the US Air Force, with a little bit of Army and Marines thrown in to, you know, actually close with the enemy and hold the objective. It sure looks to me like the Navy didn't want to play in the film, as there's an extended scene of an aircraft carrier being blasted apart by the bad AGRs, sailors and all of their really cool hardware--wait for it--yes--exploding and going down. Like we got in Iron Man, there are a lot of USAF air-power goodies, with the C-17 and F-22 featuring prominently and early, F-16s, A-10s, the Predator, then the B1 bomber. We even get the classic SR-71, but sadly not flying. The only thing we didn't get was the 117 or the B2, or a Global Hawk. The Army and Marines throw in some BFVs, Abrams and MLRS, and of course there are tons of Blackhawk helicopters. And everything shoots stuff, stuff that blows up!

All of that gear, and then some, is thrown at the bad AGRs, and they throw more than their share back, in very active and deadly combat. But, we never, ever, see anybody dead or dying, other than the robots. There is no blood, no reality of the literally tens of thousands who get killed over the course of this film. While not as egregious as the glossing over the hundreds of millions killed in that awful The Day After Tomorrow, or the billions who are sure to die in the upcoming "2012" disaster-fest, it's something like irresponsible to just waste thousands of folks in crystal-clear CGI while being so thoroughly removed from the true, horrific nature of it.

And because it's a Michael Bay film, you've got lots of slo-mo American flags fluttering in pure rippling jingoistic splendor. This is awesomely crafted pandering for the never-been-past-the-state-line audience at home, but I can't help but see it as just another reason for the other 5.7 billion people on the planet to think we're arrogant jerks.

I enjoyed the character of National Security Advisor Galloway as a pure and unapologetic lambasting of SecDef Rumsfeld, right down to the iconic specs. He gets his, eventually, of course. The only screwy part of this, is when he charges in to take over, he's got a warrant from the President, who is named once as President Obama. This indirectly makes Obama look like a fool for appointing him, while it's the moron Bush Republican administration that apparently is the target.

I love to watch John Turturro, although sitting through You Don't Mess With the Zohan really was pretty difficult. His reprised role as Agent Simmons allows him to be spastic, crazy, and get all weird, a great character and a perfect fit for the film.

Camaro-bot comes across as sad, a developmentally challenged autobot. He's a good guy, sure, but he's more like a V-8 golden retriever.

Flick and Flack, or Zap and Zop, whatever the hell the two twin robots are called were hard to see as anything but annoying, contributing almost nothing to the story but idiotic wisecracks during the slow parts. Why, yes, their characters and dialog were offensive, despite what the producers have said. You'd think sophisticated entertainment professionals would have been smart enough to realize that this kind of portrayal isn't quite the thing to do anymore. The movie could do without these two.

And the illustrious Miss Megan Fox: Sorry, but all I could see of this Ultra-Hottie Of The Moment was a deep spray-on tan and many layers of industrial-grade lipstick. Early in the film she comes across as nothing but trashy, and later she's nothing but makeup, with delicate smudges to make it appear she's actually been doing something. She's pretty, sure, but not the greatest thing since Jill St. John or Raquel Welch.

Of course, dead isn't really dead. Just like the first film, folks die but they don't really die. It's just, y'know, an illusion, so easily rectified with a magic liquid/crystal/gem, mystical knowledge, extraterrestrial power, that kind of too-easily crafted and lame gimmick.

Bottom Line: Hey, this is a US blockbuster, so it's all lowest common denominator. You can't expect depth of character, logical story, normal people, normal situations, or subtlety of story or expression. But, buddy, You CAN expect massive CGI-rendered physical destruction, action, gunplay, chases, and tons of weapons, gadgets and technology, a hot chick or two, MTV-style editing and a soundtrack that will rattle your fillings, and this film delivers a surplus of all.