I recently received a massive beanbag chair that couldn’t fit through my front door and takes up more space than is justifiable by an adult in my living room. I keep it there anyway and ask those who might question it to leave. It’s a fun way to waste a day, just like your typical summer blockbuster. But could my massive, red, corduroy blob of stuffing compete with Michael Bay’s summer blockbuster attempt? Which stands the test of holding my interest the longest? To the chart!
It’s a clear cut case of relaxing and doing nothing once again being more satisfying on not just a physical but a spiritual level than Michael Bay’s best efforts. Doesn’t mean I won’t go see the movie, just means I shouldn’t.