Set an infinite number of monkeys pecking away at an infinite number of keyboards and eventually one will produce War and Peace. Put one monkey in a film studio and what you’ll get is Transformers: Age of Extinction.
Extinction, by the way, never sounded so good.
But, you know, I can’t really review this movie because — as it dragged endlessly through its 165 minutes of meaningless, mind-numbing mayhem — I kept drifting off to sleep.
Ok, so maybe I can review the film.
I just don’t want to.