Hollywood corrupts writers.

Rating: 1/10 (14 November 2003)

Trite, unimaginative, and nakedly revealing, the third installment of the sudden trilogy produces a feeling akin to Dorothy's horror when she finds the "man behind the curtain." Gone are the remnants of mystery and ingenuity from the original, replaced by what mindless, insipid people like to call "mindless, insipid drivel."
I'll refrain from attacking the dialogue directly, and the bare bones of the plot could have contained interesting material, but no expense was spared on repetitive action sequences. Granted, Reloaded sported an equal number of over-exaggerated combat scenes coupled with plenty of artful computer imagery, but we saw all of this in Number One. Revolutions hopefully concluded this stagnation (meaning: no, please, no, do not make another movie).
By all means, if you were unfortunate enough to watch the middle child, take a chance to see Revolutions to at least find some form of conclusion. However, go in expecting nothing, and maybe you will be pleasantly surprised. More than likely you'll come out of the theatre with your shoulder muscles tight from stress; with each new action scene, you'll beg for some drama, but when the actors start talking, you're going to have internal hemorrhaging.
But, by all means, if you want a rehash of every repeated Hollywood line, if you want to endure interminable scenes of kung fu-esque sign language, if you want to return and give the movie a 1 on IMDb followed by a disparaging review, please, go see the movie. And, if Revolutions needed a way to encourage you into the theatre, they'd beg you to do the same thing.
Unfortunately, there have been plenty of other Revolutions that accomplished a great deal more than the Matrix has.