Let's just say her death is about as interminable as the two dreadful Matrix sequels put together on an infinite loop. Can we speak here and now on the subject of extended, overly dramatic dying scenes? As our adroit disgruntled narrator explains to us in painstaking detail during this clip, less is most definitely more when it comes to these things. For Christ's sake, Trinity has giant, ribbed metal rods stuck all through her body, yet she's able to calmly speak in Wachowski-scribed philosophic inanities for what feels like another hour and a half. By contrast, try taking the last words of Gracie Allen, and juxtaposing them as an alternate take: "I'm sorry, boys, I'm all wet."

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