So a couple of jackasses have gone off on killing sprees because of the Matrix movies. This is the lamest choice EVER. If I were going to fob the responsibility for my consciousness off on somebody else, it sure wouldn't be Keanu Reeves. Jebus Criminy, I would NOT go around admitting to people that my mind was controlled by some Matrix boy with an IQ that was below room temperature- in Celsius.

Furthermore, the Matrix stuff just looks like popcorn movies made for Otto West, the classic cheesy would-be Nietzchean Kevin Kline character from A Fish Called Wanda. I'm sure the Comic Book Guy will be well satisfied with the pretense of having used that college education. Most of the natural audience for this material will soon mature a little and move on to the deep thoughts of Jim Morrison and the Doors.

Now when I someday snap and go on my killing spree, I'm definitely going to have a much more interesting choice for what movie to blame for my heinous crimes than this Matrix. It certainly won't be the same one everyone else is using.

Partly it will depend on whether I go on a good killing spree or a bad one. A bad one would be the kind where you just hate humanity and want to kill. If I go in for one of those, well there are many possibilities.

From recent years, Stepmom leaps to mind. I'll not elaborate on the torturous circumstances of my repeated enforced viewings of this vile torment. Suffice it to say that the perfectly bland, precisely vanilla flavored petty catfight could turn nearly anyone into a misogynist. That's before the total crassness of the dying mom scenes. A good Sarandon commie rant would have been pure blessed relief in the middle of this stale milquetoast. It's a wonder no one has been killed because of this one.