I guess this is what happens when you take a Michael Bay, hollow him, then stuff him with some Michael Bay, wrapping a Michael Bay around him, then spice him with plenty of Michael Bay, cook him in some Michael Bay and then serve the Michael Bay with some Michael Bay on the side.

Started out fresh, full of energy and excitement, but slowly turned more weak and rotten with moving life-like pictures, but all traces of actual life and soul were drained from the story by the end.

Sorry, I was instructed not to talk about it.

Fred: "I like to remember things my own way"

Cop: "What does that mean?"

Fred: "How i remember them, not necessarily how they happened"

Maybe this explains the whole movie? I dont know.... My brain hurts!