This review reportedly contains spoilers. I can handle the truth.

The scene on the airplane. Every goddamn time. Fuck you, Brad Bird. And thanks.

Overall, not abhorrent enough, but Michael Bay's war against women, fats, olds and comedy continues unabated. So don't worry, America.

There's a point when an A-Wing pilot plows his ship through the bridge of the Super Star Destroyer, destroying it, giving the Rebel Alliance a strategic advantage, and then afterwards Admiral Akbar sits down. He's either relieved that the war is near an end, or saddened by the senseless loss of life this galactic war has caused.