The Island
Other reviews had led me to believe The Island was Michael Bay's first decent film. Instead, he started with a decent concept and turned it into the Swiss cheese of movies. The only entertainment to be had is trying to pick out all the plot holes and continuity gaps, and there are plenty of those to keep you occupied during the film's egregious 136-minute running time, not to mention some of the worst product placement in the history of film. You'll just have to trust me on this, because if I start listing them this review could go on endlessly. Sufficed to say, The Island is one big, dumb summer movie, and I should have known better. The only redeeming value is eye candy: for the girls, McGregor and Hounsou; for the guys, Johansson and one spectacular action set-piece (with its own set of continuity problems). When, oh when will Michael Bay learn that explosions and slow-motion photography do not a film make?