There's a scene in "Jupiter Ascending" where 14,000-year-old intergalactic noblewoman (or something like that) Kalique Abrasax passes on to earthling Jupiter Jones an important piece of wisdom: "Time," she says, looking straight at the camera, "is the most precious commodity you have."
It was, as Colonel Kurtz once described it, like I was shot with "a diamond bullet right through my forehead." Here were filmmakers Lana and Andy Wachowski pretty much daring me to immediately leave the theater and go out and do something other than waste an additional hour of my life on the derivative rubbish of "Jupiter Ascending."
Ah, the Wachowskis: I can't think of any other directors who provoke such a wildly divergent love/hate response in me.