Rock, Rock, Rockin' on Heaven's Door

Watching Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen on IMAX is like surviving a near death experience. After nearly three hours of full frame digital mayhem, mayhem that whisks its characters around the world from one onslaught to the next, and ends with a robot's ball sack dangling alongside a crumbling Egyptian pyramid, all punctuated by a soundtrack of deep, tissue-penetrating noise that kind of sounds like something a blind DJ with tourette's and and an empty six-pack of Red Bull could come up with if he scratched metal and steel and lazers together all at once, I don't remember the details, but I'm pretty sure I saw my entire life flash before me.