Most prolific Hollywood directors have a certain aesthetic associated with their craft. You hear Martin Scorsese is coming out with a new film, and your mind immediately jumps to mob hits set to the Rolling Stones; news of Quentin Tarantino’s latest picture conjures up vignettes of gore, witty dialogue, and … women’s feet. And Michael Bay, throughout his career, has accrued a reputation for explosions galore, helicopters, rugged military men, cars flipping through the air like gymnasts, attractive female leads (also like gymnasts), and, as of the last few years, subpar films.

Bay’s last memorable picture was 2016’s 13 Hours, and even that was sandwiched between consecutive Transformers sequels. The endless stream of perfunctory giant alien robot sequels suggests he’s either been having trouble finding actors to star in his movies, or he’s just been having too much fun blowing up cars.