Transformers: Revenge Of The Fallen Review

You can say what you like about Michael Bay's original Transformers. You can say it was dreadfully written. You can say it was horribly acted. You can say it was bogged down by bog-standard CGI. You can say it was little more than a series of explosions, each with less impact than the one before. And you'd be right. But you could never say it was quiet. Heck, it was so loud, you could stick the famously deaf Ludwig Van Beethoven in a concrete bunker a mile away from the nearest cinema and he'd still be gassing about the impressive use of Dolby Surround.

Now, with Transformers: The Revenge Of The Fallen, Michael Bay unleashes an even louder film. Just wait until the little lad's fly hits the water during the Dreamworks ident - if you don't have your ears covered and your mouth open, your ear drums'll burst.

Revenge Of The Fallen isn't only louder than Transformers, however. It's longer, it's more explosive, it's more directionless, it's all the proof you'll ever need that more really isn't always more. That it's slightly - only slightly - better than part one is solely due to the fact that the money's clearly up on screen. But by the time the umpteenth building is demolished by a stray Decepticon boot, you'll find yourself amazed at how little (an estimated) $200 million buys you these days.