I finally got my hands on the movie today. I only have a little to say about it. First, it was much, much better than the second one. It didn’t feel like it was written by a coffeehouse spoken word performer — but then again, wouldn’t that be an insult to coffeehouse spoken word performers? However, it felt completely moronic. As if in an effort to balance the sheer paltriness of the faux intellectualism of the second, I was treated to total stupidity with lines such as “I choose to” or “I believed.”

I was also yearning for an obscene accident in the story where the Hero Of Zion, the skinny bald kid who comandeered that last functioning APU to open Gate 3, gets killed by an errant sentinel that would have carried a little remnant of the Spirit Of Agent Smith. Oh well. His call to have a huge clusterfuck in the caverns of Zion was obscene enough, I guess.

Not a bad movie at all.