Optimus says sequels are the right of all sentient beings.

Unlike almost everyone I've spoken to about it, I thought 2007's Transformers was a bunch of crap. Not only was it devoid of character and emotion but the action scenes were hard to follow and the robots themselves seemed to lack the personality they had on the much-loved 80s cartoon show. Also, it had Optimus Prime literally sneaking around a house. Literally.

Of course, that didn't stop Transformers from taking in over $700 million at the box office. And so this week, to the surprise of no one, Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen, rolled into theaters. What may be of some surprise is the fact that I kinda sorta liked it.

Don't get me wrong — Revenge of the Fallen is dumb to the n^th degree. Everything about the film is either overblown, ludicrous, stupid, sophomoric or all of the above. None of the flaws of the original have been corrected — the characters are still childish caricatures, there's still too much comic relief, all attempts at genuine emotion still fall flat, the action sequences are still hard to follow, the plot still feels like the work of a 4th grader, and the movie still seems to think it can get by on the strength of gigantic explosions, CGI robots and shots of Megan Fox.

But for the two and half hours my brain shut down to let me take in the experience, I was entertained. Certainly not as entertained as the theater full of clap-happy teenagers I saw it with … but entertained enough to actually leave the screening thinking a third Transformers might not be such a bad idea.