Well, I couldn’t wait, so I went to see The Matrix Revolutions last night after work, having bought my ticket the previous day. I’m not entirely sure where this stigma against going to the cinema alone comes from (we watch films alone at home all the time – and for us film fanatics, often in silence in the dark too!), but it’s wonderfully self-indulgent to have a big bucket of popcorn to yourself and gigantic screen with a sound system that rumbles all around you!

I actually enjoyed Reloaded more than many, but knew that due to some shakiness in that film, the fate of the trilogy as whole depended entirely on this final segment. I wanted to love it, and I wanted The Matrix to earn its place amongst the great trilogies (Star Wars, Back to the Future, and by the looks of things at the moment, Lord of the Rings too).

When I left two and a bit hours later, I was sorely disappointed. Don’t get me wrong: this was a phenomenal sci-fi war off the scale in its stunning visual effects, and I appreciated every moment of it, along with the awesomely crafted street-fight between Smith and Neo, where every raindrop is perfect. But there was so much more it could, and should, have been.

For anyone familiar with the world of The Matrix, go see the film, because there are many sequences that will only be done full justice on the big screen, and you just need to see the conclusion to the series (which is fortunately not a cop-out ending). I have spoken to a few people who loved it, and many who were unduly harsh to it. The problem is that The Matrix raised hopes so high, and the result is that it will always be remembered for the original film, not as a trilogy.