Oh My God.

If you have the chance - run - don't walk to catch The Matrix Reloaded on IMAX.

I met up with some buddies on Saturday night for the 6:30 showing and it was a totally fantastic immersive visual experience. I found myself seriously drooling over a 4 story, wraparound Carrie Anne Moss. Whooo Doggie. The thing about IMAX is that you can see EVERYTHING. From Keanus bad lip liner, well into the depths of Laurence Fishburnes pocked crater face. But then you also get 10 foot nipples.

There were only a couple of times, like during that Ducati freeway scene, that I got so dizzy and disoriented that I had to look away from the screen to keep myself from hurling red vines onto the nice couple in front of us. As for the story line... weak. And the ending? What the fuck? On the plus side ... More action, less ooze. That's all I'm gonna say.

After exiting the theater slack jawed and our brains misfiring from sensory overload, my friends brilliantly decided we should all go grab a few drinks. There really should be a law against getting behind the wheel after an IMAX experience. It's not safe. Oooh, shiny sparkly lights!

In other news:
I played a fairly decent round of golf on Sunday. Unfortunately, Tiger didn't show up, so I'm still driving my trusty old Jeep. Damn him. And damn you Beverly!