The Matrix

I've finally joined the '90's and seen The Matrix. (Well, at least the parts that happened when my eyes weren't closed.) I wasn't in an especially good mood going into it and I didn't find anything particularly interesting in it. Four-word summary: Berkeley in black leather. I suppose it wasn't worse than oral surgery, but at least for that you're medicated.



I think all I really got out of film school was a deep and abiding dislike of watching movies. (That, and the ability to coil an electrical cord like nobody's business.)



I've been in a fairly low mood all afternoon/evening; I shouldn't read about Santorum too late in the day, it just ruins my dinner.