Finally got around to seeing Matrix Revolutions this week. Everything that was cool, interesting, and thought provoking about the first Matrix was entirely absent in unlucky number three.

Not since Point Break have I been so disappointed with the money I've spent to see a film. Though it appears that the Wachowski brothers tried, it was hard to imagine any more cliches being stuffed into the sack that was Revolutions. What a terrible, terrible script.

I thought the absurdly long rave in number two was silly, but little did I know how much worse it could get. Why, why kill Trinity? And the thought that if some super computer wanted to talk to us, it would form some big human head made of swarming machines; who let this one get by? Simple indulgence.

At least Monica Bellucci made another appearance, though even her and the Frenchman's wardrobe weren't nearly as cool this time around.