DARE TO BREAK FREE OF THE MATRIX RELOADED
EXT - AN URBAN CINEPLEX - NIGHT
A MOVIEGOER (in the prime demographic, male 18-35) stumbles out of the theater door and into the street. He approaches a park bench where a WARNER BROS MARKETING EXECUTIVE wearing a black trenchcoat and dark sunglasses counts a large pile of money.
Ah! You are wondering what you are doing here. You
are wondering if you are losing your mind.
I need answers. I think...I think I may need a refund.
A Wells-Fargo cash truck careens around the corner and slams on its breaks just before hitting the two men. They yawn.
Now, that is where you are wrong. There are no refunds.
For most, there will only be regrets. For others, there will
be palatial estates on the coast of Southern France.
I don't understand. We've been waiting so long. We were all
so sure, that - that - this movie was THE ONE!
Executive resumes counting cash. He chuckles softly.
And what makes you think it isn't the one?
Because it was so - so - so LAME! There was no story. There was
no suspense. The whole first act was one long boring piece
of banal crap. There was nothing original here! The Matrix Reloaded
is a terrible movie!
The Executive rises from the park bench and carefully places the cash in a nearby briefcase.
Only for those who have brains.
He opens the door of the Wells-Fargo truck.
You have paid a price for your new knowledge. $10, I believe on Fandango.
It is a green pill that has now freed you from your illusion. The Matrix
Reloaded is not what anyone thinks. Not a movie at all. It's A
movement. A momentum. A way of life. A marketing campaign!
The Executive climbs aboard the truck. The moviegoer falls to the ground his head in his hands.
But what am I going to do? The rest of the summer...
What will my friends and I talk about?
Now, you have a choice. Hang on, and then in a few more months,
we can offer you a chance at recovering your illusion. For another
$10. It's your decision, Moviegoer. Get a life. Get unplugged. Or
forget this entire conversation, and go back to your friends and pretend.
Which is it going to be, Moviegoer?