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About twenty minutes into The Matrix Reloaded I was feeling sick to my stomach — literally. The scene was in “Zion,” the last bastion of the human [sic] race. Picture the ugliest industrial junkyard on the planet and then drop it down a hole to the ninth circle of hell.
Morpheus, played by the ugly, fat, pock-marked, gap-toothed Negro Laurence Fishburne has just delivered a speech in that deep, resonant, over-modulated, phony-sounding stage voice that Negro actors are wont to use — an affectation that leads me to think that the speaker only half-understands what he is saying.
Then the jungle drums start beating, and we are treated to an excruciatingly long dance/orgy intercut with the lovemaking of Neo (Keanu Reeves) and Trinity (Carrie-Anne...