Up until now, “Why would anyone want to own all three films in the Matrix trilogy?” has been one of those unanswerable questions like “what happens to you after you die?” best puzzled over by absinth-sotted philosophers. The first film is fantastic: the second and third like having two perverted sadomasochists crouch over your face and unspool an engorged colon\’s worth of celluloid crap into your eyes, the chunky pseudo-philosophy only partially digested, like peanuts. No one not being subjected to the Ludovico Technique should willingly watch them more than once.
Here\’s the only sensible answer: Warner Brothers\’ Japanese release of the Ultimate Matrix Collection comes in a swank recreation of the steampunkish Nebuchadnezzar. Tempting for a moment, but $375!