bybowes’s review published on Letterboxd:
People who have never done acid love nothing more than to say some mildly colorful film with hard-to-follow and/or non-existent plotting as "like [insert some cultural touchstone with very little to do with acid] on acid," which I feel is necessary preamble to this statement: Michael Bay movies are kind of like being on acid.
You know, pretty colors, a whole bunch of incoherent bullshit that has nothing to do with anything in baseline reality, weird non-sequitur Christ-like grandeur, recurrent imagery and even narratives that make sense in the moment but sounds really dumb when you tell a sober person about it afterward, and the whole thing makes you want a cigarette. And, six to eight hours later when the festivities have died down, you feel kind of tired. Tired, and resolute to not do this again until at least next weekend.
In fairness, Michael Bay movies that are set in Florida kick ass. Or San Francisco. Or space. All three of which are great places to do acid. Not Libya, though. And not with Jim, who the fuck wants to do acid with Jim, are you fucking kidding me?
Anyway, shouts out to MB for making a CIA movie even less realistic than the Transformers pictures.