Incoherent, obnoxious, excessive, fun; or: How I learned to stop worrying and let Michael Bay do his thing.
This is peak Michael Bay. Minor scenes are hilariously overproduced and action is edited by a coked-out monkey. Attempts at backstories and drama are rote and redundant. Logic took the year off, with random stuff happening for no reason but to let action scenes boom on for even longer as Bay's Ipod scores the film. Topped off with tonal shifts out the wazoo; with every single attempt at a serious scene undercut by Mikey's signiture dumb humor, going from ripped-from-the-headlines atrocities to A-Team style silliness in a heartbeat.
But most importantly; everyone is clearly having fun. The cast has chemistry the same way Uranium and unstable atoms do. The action is creative if not artful. And Ryan Renolds can carry Bay's sophomoric schtick better than Shia Labouf or Mark Wahlberg. At least it doesnt pad itself to 3 hours with awful attempts at myth building like the Transformers movies (even tho it still feels twice as long as it should be even at just 2 hours). This is just a filmmaker and his crew having a blast. If you want to see a millenial A-Team where they are completely incompetent and led by Deadpool; this is your movie
Mikey also had a blast with the uncensored freedom he got. This is easily his most violent movie to date. With tons of spraying blood from impalement and headshots, including a sloppy exploded head a lengthy fiddling around with a severed eyeball. Constant F words. Some non-graphic sex scenes.