"What's up, bitches?"**

Please excuse me if this current blog entry consists of only a few words like robogasm, cargasm, awesome, fucking awesome, woah repetitively.
I don't want to spoil my experience of the movie by typing a long-ass winding review picking it apart, but if you really, really want to know, Michael Bay DIDN'T fucked it up this time. Instead, I think even the most hardcore fanboi will bowed down to him after watching the movie.
And am I a sucker for starting to love American muscle cars after the movie? The Camaro, the Mustang.....it was hot. This is like what the Jalopnik guys were talking about all this time: robogasm and cargasm. I am totally in love with the scenes where the Autobots roll-out and when the bots' duke it out. Gahhhh. Climax. Died and went to T-bots heaven.
All in all, please go watch it. This will put more money into Paramount and Michael Bay's pocket to ensured an upcoming sequel will be produced.
**And please believe that Jazz did actually said that line in the movie.









