Matrix 3 = ass.

I predict sales of "The Philosophy of the Matrix" will drop sharply. Whatever philosophical questions the first film tried to ask have been pruned completely from the thrid installment of this series. And what we have left is a shriveled limbless twig of an action film. Some Mr. Smith must have stuck a hand into the screenwriter's body and transformed him or her into an unthinking machine. I found myself mouthing characters' words before they spoke them for amusement. Frankly I think the whole film was produced by clipping bits of other films together and then slathering gobs of special effects over the frankenstien, much as an undertaker might do for a corpse. Bleh. And the film was about as animated. My ride home was more exciting. OK, I'll shut up now. Sorry. I just like writing damning reviews. It's fun.