If you like Mark Wahlberg, exhaust noises, that typical Michael Bay post production FX mash, oily-sweating-brainless-babes-who-would-have-worked-at-the-local-CostCo-if-not-in-this-movie running in slow-motion, and Army references that-you-don't-even-care-how-inappropriate-it-is-you-just-want-it-anywhere-on-your-cereals-on-your-car-on-your-house-on-your-dog-on-your-penis, well this is a good movie. You're good to go. But don't vote. Leave it to us, grown ups.