*shrug*

Some parts were wicked awesome but at 150 minutes, my brain was fried by the end. That last half hour I was almost... bored. And hungry. I started thinking about the glorious humbleness of a peanut butter jelly sandwich. Yes. I was thinking about PBJs when LIFESIZE ROBOTS WERE DUKING IT OUT ONSCREEN. fffffffffffffffffff

Who should I blame for that?
Myself? For not sneaking foodstuffs into the theatre (Pacific Science Center, Fuck Yeah!)?
Michael Bay?
The writers?
The editors?
Society?

*shrug*

Regardless, Starscream was Starscreamy and Jetfire was awesome.
Also, THE SMITHSONIAN IS NOT IN A DESERT.