The Matrix Revolutions
Sometimes being an optimist can really be a bad thing. After the rather lackluster Matrix Reloaded, I had very low expectations of what the third chapter in this trilogy would entail. Though, spurred on by some positive reviews which placed it above its predecessor, I became excited to see The Matrix Revolutions. The original Matrix was a great exploration in some classic sci-fi themes pioneered in books like Aldous Huxley’s Brave New World and William Gibson’s Neuromancer. With such a bold beginning, I suppose the series set itself up for a big fall.
Fluff, fluff, and more fluff. Revolutions fails on nearly all accounts of proving to be anything worthwhile. It neither gives us any sort of explanation on all of the wordy philosophical introspection from Reloaded, nor does it resolve itself in any sort of palatable form. What it does give us is more Hollywood schlock than you can shake a stick at, reducing the film to equal parts Independence Day (but underground!) and overacted, sappy love-fest. I have never wished more for a fast-forward button during a movie (except perhaps during the excruciating A.I.). The only realization that we walk away with from Revolutions is that in this grim vision of the future all conversations, regardless of their context, will be astoundingly profound and delivered with perfect, stoic expressions. Ugh. I can’t spend anymore time thinking about this film.
- Posted at 9:03 am in Film
Commentary Closed (7)
Nothing could be worse than Independence Day.
Wow. This movie sounds craptacular. Glad I didn’t go. May have to ditch that idea of seeing it this weekend for matinee price.
I spent the evening at The Charles watching Bubba Ho Tep. It wasn’t the best movie ever - it was camp-o-licious - but at least during its creation, the producers didn’t say anything like, “Hey, c’mon, it doesn’t HAVE to be good. People will see this movie just to close the books. I mean, who does things in twos?”
The best part of the movie was right before it began there was a PSA on 16mm film starring John Waters smoking a cigarette like it was the last one on Earth. He reminded us that there is no smoking allowed in the theatre [drag] and expressed his opinion that it was “the most absurd thing [he’s] ever heard. [drag] Who could sit through a feature length film, much less a foriegn film without a smoke [drag]? Mmmmm”
“Fast-forward” would have been great, but what I really needed for A.I. was a “Stop” button.
Two words… NIPPLE TWISTING!!! Who would’ve thought that computer programs are into freaky deeky S&M night spots. It kinda makes me wonder what my office copy of FlashMX gets up to after hours. Know whadda mean? Wink wink humminah humminah!
Underground? Hollywood can even makes its mega-dollar shit flicks appear indie. Underground is dead…
hahaha…I actually meant under the Earth’s surface :)