When last we left the cyber-messiah Neo, he was making his way toward the dark land of Mordor, more determined than ever to kill Bill. Oops! That's not right, is it? Six months later, it's almost impossible for a sane person to remember what went on in "The Matrix Reloaded," and this even-more-unnecessary follow-up adds the secondary enigma of wondering why anybody cared in the first place. Without the slightest pause for a plot recap, the movie hurtles headlong into Ã? well, nothing, really. While the peasant-chic remnants of the human race try to defend Zion from the squidlike Sentinels, Neo and company beat feet toward the machine city to prevent all of reality from going kablooey. But the Wachowski Brothers seem to have shot their wad on brain-bending FX ideas in the first two films, and their trademark mouthy cryptobabble has been consigned to a few Zen-lite confabs that even fans will snicker at. What's left? Endless, visually uninspired battles. Resistance fighters being pined for by the Women They Left Behind. And a subplot about a greenhorn recruit who belatedly gets to prove himself to his crusty superior. In other words, its a freakin' war movie, with all of the depth and originality that entails. Consider renting Midway instead.