InnerTeub

I just read what is possibly my favorite movie review ever written:

“Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen” is a horrible experience of unbearable length, briefly punctuated by three or four amusing moments. One of these involves a dog-like robot humping the leg of the heroine. Such are the meager joys. If you want to save yourself the ticket price, go into the kitchen, cue up a male choir singing the music of hell, and get a kid to start banging pots and pans together. Then close your eyes and use your imagination.

Roger Ebert’s reviews are frequently better than the actual movie, and I’m quite sure were I to see Transformers – which I’m not – those four sentences would be the most enjoyable part of the experience.