We are now entering the Ides of May, and with such an ominous date comes one thing: the Matrix: Reloaded. I have been looking forward to this day for nearly three years, ever since I saw the original. It’s funny, I saw the other highly anticipated sequel, X2, the other weekend. Before the feature presentation, the audience and I were treated to a veritable Whitman’s sampler of eye candy when the final theatrical trailer for Reloaded. During which, all the new characters were shown, as well as extended snippets of the already-legendary “highway chase sequence.” I could barely contain myself. I bounced all over my chair, as giddy as a 1960’s school girl at the site of John, Paul, or George (nobody loves Ringo- his nose is entirely too big; He could probably fit a chicken nugget up his nose). Editor’s note: Michael loves to use the parentheses, as well as use several voices within the same paragraph, as he is doing here. And now we continue: …the trailer totally outshined the movie I had come to see.
I have read a couple reviews for the movie. One was copious adulation (Ain’t It Cool News, I believe), and one was fair and even-handed (Time). I have come not to go by the reviews I read. Everyone has a different opinion. Some people like too-MAE-toes and others prefer too-MAH-toes. Personally, I am content with neither; tomatoes are too much for me. Anyway, I digress.
I will be seeing the movie at 4:30 PM. I am most likely to be made catatonic, literally shocked and awed, by the visual delights witnessed by my two eyes. Look for a review or at least a reaction from me Friday afternoon or Saturday morning. Now, however, it is no longer late night but early morning. I must rest, for one’s mind is made weak by the weakness of one’s sleeping patterns. Until the next time, my little darlings, Meh.