So last night I finally went to see Matrix Reloaded, months after everybody else. However, it was not your average cinema-experience; it was at the BFI Imax. Image if you will, the film blown up on a massive screen, with a sound of...well, fury. It was pretty, f*cking cool, if you ask me. Okay, so there were problems in the film - clearly nowhere near as iconic and plain awesome as the first one, but maybe that's too much to ask. I recall reviewers here complaining that 'just because they've made the fight-scenes bigger doesn't mean they're better', which is true - most fight-scenes were overly long and subsequently a bit silly: 255 Agent Smiths as opposed to one, does not a better film make. I still thoroughly enjoyed it - Trinity is definitely my heroine although I am aware that she speaks in a way that I could never pull off without being considered a true twat. Oh and that reaching inside to touch her heart-thing? Please.

Ordered my graduation-gown today and I hope I got my measurements right. And the graduation details. Imagine me in a wrong gown, the wrong size, with a hat stupidly perched on top of my head because my head's just too big, trying to hide among all the right-robed, small-headed students.
Ah, it'll be all right, I know it will.
Or not.

posted by charlotte at 19:35 - comment