Let's, for a moment, forget about that weak-ass end to the trilogy and concentrate on Keanu Reeves running around with Carrie-Anne Moss, both in black leather. The ultimate in cool.
Other than Mal, River had the best lines. I totally want to be her when I grow up, except without the amnesia or people trying to kill me. Or, I could just be Summer Glau. That'd work.
John Smith isn't his real name (don't act so shocked, you always suspected it). But I don't really care, because he's on the run with Timothy Olyphant starting Friday. I might even get the book.
One day, I want to have biceps like these. In the meanwhile, I'll just have to dream.