At 7:40 pm local time I’m going to go see The Matrix Revolutions. I know it’s going to be mediocre: a proportioned mixture of grandiose ideology and insipid dialogue. But there will be explosions, state of the art CGI, and an ear-blasting body-thumping soundtrack.
And the best part is that, once the movie is over, I can go on with the rest of my life. I will have achieved what the therapists call “closure.”