I saw it on friday.
It was like the first one but with the stupidity and eye-numbing, brain-melting visual orgasm amplified to an even higher degree. It is the closest you can get to someone bashing your head with a gong-cymbal and assaulting your senses with loud, crass, metallic noises.
And it goes on for twelve hours. Or what feels like it.
Michael Bay has no mercy on your soul. It is as if you're stuck in a coma having a waking nightmare (that goes on and on) where you are being subject to the worst of the possible elements. Everytime you look you see fucking little dogs humping big dogs, a giant brass robot ballsack above you etc,etc... Shia Lebouf trying to act possessed and mystical but coming off like someone with asperger's and an acute condition of tourette's.
Michael Bay has about as much grasp on comedic timing that his films have sense, rhythm or pace - which is no a lot. It was as if an 8 year-old penned the most annoying, shallow, unfunny and downright distinguished mentally-challenged script of the year. Add that to a director who feels like he as an outright disdain for his audience, spraying visual/auditory diarrhea all over your receptors and you've got the most migraine inducing experience of the year.