posted on Apr, 28 2003 @ 08:44 PM
I had attended a showing of The Matrix in May of 1999 with a lady friend, because we are both big Morgan Freeman fans. An hour into the film, as I
observed what dreck we were wading in, I walked up and stood before the screen and tried to explain to the audience that this vomitus was below their
Bullets travel at over 900 feet per second. I don't care how fast Agent Smith and his friends pulled their triggers in that hallway, their bullets
would not travel in a tight pack like that. It takes a tenth of a second for an automatic to recycle itself, meaning that by the time the second round
left the barrel, the first bullet would be 90 feet away.
You should have heard my gales of laughter upon seeing this scene during my second viewing of the film. I fully expected the audience around me join
in the derision, and when they did not I walked up and down each row, leaning over each seat and howling my gales of mockery right in their faces.
Once more, the staff removed me from the theater, rather than doing the proper thing and removing the film from the theater. Ridiculous.
Out of the whole fifty reasons, I love these the most.