Saw The Matrix Revolutions last night with some friends.
What a craptacular mess this trilogy ended up evolving into. If the powers that be had instead cut out half of each of Reloaded and Revolutions and just made one movie out of the rest, they could have had a heck of a sequel. Instead, we’re treated to two much weaker offerings, each leaving me with a Shakespearean feeling of “full of sound and fury, signifying nothing”.
In the end, one of my favorite lines came from one of our friends on the way out of the theater:
When did Morpheus become such a puss?
(And yes, he actually did only say “puss”.)