Really does taste a little bit like dirt. In a good way. But I don't think I'd eat it all the time, if I had my druthers.
Also, it's been, like, ten years since Matrix came out, and I have seen it many times. But that part at the beginning, when Trinity is running from that agent, still takes my breath away.
The key to enjoying Matrix? Simple--in my family, we do not acknowledge the existence of the third Aliens movie or the third Matrix movie. Hence, no dead Ripley, and no bum revolution.
We prefer to dwell on possibility.