Ye Olde Rad Blog

Finally saw the Matrix Revolutions last night. At the Spectrum. On the giant IMAX screen. A few stories tall. Costs $2.00 more per ticket to enjoy the "IMAX Experience". The detail and clarity were remarkable. Special effects were over the top. Out of this world. A little heavy handed on the philosophy. Almost got corny in a few parts. Final fight sequence most impressive. Unexpected ending.

Overall I enjoyed it. But found myself longing for the simplicity of: "What will it be, Neo? The red pill, or the green one?" The critics killed it. But what do critics know?

For example, over the weekend, we saw 21 Grams, starring two of my favorite actors: Benicio Del Toro and Sean Penn. The critics loved it. This is not a feel-good movie. Which means the average viewer won't enjoy it. Well acted, tho. *Really* well.

At the exact moment of death, the storyline goes, we all lose 21 grams: the weight of five nickels, of a hummingbird, a chocolate bar .. and perhaps the human soul. A weighty, serious, challenging movie. Makes ya feel like slashing your wrists with a rusty knife.

I took Nick to see Matrix Revolutions. On our way from the parking lot, we passed an Electronics Boutique, which contains every video game ever made, and even had on their shelves boxes of games not yet released. Of course, we had to stop. Originally, we had plenty of time to get popcorn and good seats. We ended up being late. Couldn't drag him out of that store.

One thing struck me as odd: at the ticket booth, the cashiers were handing out packets of Emergen-C. It's a fizzy, like alka-seltzer, but contains vitamin-c. I have nothing against the stuff; I use it all the time. It was just weird seeing them hand it out at the box office. As if to say, "Drink this and stay healthy, so you can come back soon and see more movies."