Keanuthon

1:00pm. Even knowing that this is the second film, I am still unsure as I watch it which it actually is. We settled on this movie as the one for me to watch as Matt goes to run an errand. He originally suggested “Cowgirls,” as I’m pretty sure he hates me. Finally we settled on this one, even though post-starting, Matt tells me this is probably his favorite Matrix (not that that is saying too much, but it is something).

Hypothetical (in honor of Falzoné): Choose one: Eat the ass-end of a dead rhino, or be forced (“A Clockwork Orange”-style) to watch the third Matrix once a day every day for the rest of your life.

Really I must say this every time that I see this damn movie, but why does he have to be wearing that stupid-looking black trench coat kimono thing? That isn’t manly. It makes him look like a little sissy-girl. He should look like a manly man.

It is a difficult life Neo leads, getting to have his cake (Carrie-Anne Moss) and eat it, too (Monica Bellucci).

Why does he keep mentioning these so-called predecessors? Who is he talking about? What does he mean?

The Zabar’s has arrived! We once again have reason to live.

That guy standing on the hood of the moving car has really good balance. I’m quite impressed. It is almost as if he were a machine, or maybe a software program.

Here we go… the stupidest monologue/dialogue ever conceived, written, spoken, filmed and watched in the history of storytelling.

Oh dear, it has finished and I don’t even understand what happened. Hopefully the internet can explain it to me. If only there were a massive resource of useless data.