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If you have not gone out to see Matrix III - Redouched; please for the love of god don't go see it.
The Warchoski brothers (I don't care if I'm spelling there names wrong) deserve to be castrated, slowly over a period of days, with a cheese grater. Then the grated remains of their pathetic manhood should be left to sit in the sun and fester for about a week, picked up (maggots and all) and sprinkled on the most retched pile of diaheretic scat; which should then be force fed to them. After that I would then crusifixedly nail them to the wall of San Quentin's prison showers bent like a three dollar bill with a jar of vaseline mixed with glass fletchets sitting on a table next to them.
Only after perfoming these tasks do I think I would be getting back some of the 2 hours of my life I spent suffering through one of the most pathetic half-@ss mind raping movies of all time.
Literally, at several points in the movie, I was yelling at the screen for them to stop the madness. Every pathetic lame cliche was utilized and nothing in the movie could save the it from it's complete and utter lack of plot and continuity. By the end I was literally trying to gouge my eyes out with the antenna from my cell phone.
If you feel that you must experience Matrix III - Redouched, I will suggest the following (I would guess it should be the exact same experience).
1. Eat 1 gallon of the hottest Indian Vindaloo 2. Eat 2 pounds of Kimchi 3. Eat about 6 bowls of the hottest damn Texas chilli you can find 4. Wash it all down with a big bottle of "Hotter than Hell" sauce 5. Jog around the house for an hour or two (or until the first big cramp hits). 6. Tape your eyes open, so you can't close them. Hell, staple them open actually. 7. Bend over and shove your head up your ass, and make sure it stays there. 8. Wait until the excruciating pain of your flaming bowels nuclearly detonate all over your retinas.
Bingo! You've been Matrixed!
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