About halfway through the new “Transformers” sequel, (or at least what I’d assumed as halfway though), I started thinking about how terribly wrong Brandon had been about this.

Sure, it’s mindless, silly action. But that’s what we want for summer. In fact, Michael Bay has redefined the summer actioner, ratcheting up the noise, the effects, the closeups on Megan Fox’s heavenly form.

This movie rocks. And rocks. And keeps on rocking, like a drum solo that just won’t give up the ghost.

At 2.5 hours, even my kids, big fans of the first film, found it tiresome. I wonder if Bay has fallen into the George Lucas trap, gotten so big that even his closest advisers are afraid to tell him it’s waaaaaaay too long.