I'd get into Satan's Camaro

We took the kids to see the "Transformers" movie on the Fourth.

Some people go on picnics on the Fourth of July, my family escaped to the confines of a super air-conditioned megaplex of theaters.  (Nothing says "American" like an overpriced movie ticket, bladder-challenge sized Coke and a bucket of popcorn so large you could park a VW in it.  Hold the butter, I have standards.) We were in good company, as we arrived an hour before our show was to begin, and only 78 seats were left in the theater.

It's not a good sign, my friends, when the line inside rivals a Disneyland line, and you are the lone adult with your merry band of children.  Mr W was the player to be named later, "I'll meet you there, let me wrap this up" somehow becoming a plot to time his arrival to coincide with the beginning of the previews.  No matter.  The merry band stayed merry, close, and (miraculously) well-behaved.

The movie was fantastic.  The special effects were good, the action was good...

I give it two thumbs up.