Bay takes a small break from playing with his giant robots to present a caricaturisation of a true story of three muscle-bound dimwits kidnapping a rich Miami businessman. Of course, it all goes belly up pretty swiftly through a combination of their steroidal delusions of grandeur, dependence on ludicrous motivational mantras and inability to lie low once they're in the money.
By Bay's standards, this is a thoughtful film, which is to say that the crass tastelessness and pop video style is leavened by some kind of satirical agenda revolving around the American dream and having slightly fewer explosions than normal. For me, though, it's only the scenes with The Rock, who is great value for money as a child-like cokehead Christian man mountain, that make the whole enterprise halfway palatable.
4/10
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