At the end of the first film, arch baddie Megatron was dumped over the side of a ship and sunk to the deepest point on the planet.
Having now suffered the sequel, I wish it had been Michael Bay.
Preferrably encased in concrete.
The first Transformers flick was a bit of a surprise in that it was directed by Bay and actually held my attention with a dumb but coherent plot. It suffered from some immensley cheesy segments of dialogue, usually from the CG stars, which caused me to gnash my popcorn just a little more violently. Also, the effects, while impressive, often got confusing during the fight scenes as multiple, high-detailed robots started throwing each other around a dust and rubble filled battle-feild.
With the sequel, those two glaring and obvious flaws have been taken into account by the film-makers.....and multiplied by 10.
For every one minute of entertainment, there are seven of CG overkill or waffle that I assume was ment to add depth the plot.
Revenge of the Fallen is essentially one long running battle between the Deceptacons and the Autobots, occasionally helped out by the US military (other nations briefly show up to play the role of bullet-magnets, but do little else), and punctuated with snivveling Pearl-Harbour-esq pseudo-drama.
When I wasn't getting eyestrain trying to concentrate on the mecha-action or cringing at the dialogue, I actually found myself getting BORED with the seemingly endless sequences of explosions and metal-on-metal carnage.

Still, the flick does have the undeniably tasty-looking Megan Fox perched atop a motorbike like a leggy, denim-wearing pixi: [link]