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When the film finished, i couldn't help but think "What a load of miserable bastards the Barbelith lot are." I came to this film having read all the reviews in this list, and had braced myself for lots of long, dragging action sequences, and was on the look out for lots of interesting philosophical stuff within dialogue which was clumsy. However, I thought the film was awesome, thought it flowed way better than the last one. I didn't find the dialogue too stilted or heavy handed, but in the odd spot where it was, it just added to the whole matrix mix. 'I love you too damn much!' - i love it! More corny dialogue, I say. And how class is it that the virtual people are more interesting than the 'real' ones?- Who are just a band of dreadlocked trendie hippies, anyway. My God, Zion looked like a futuristic version of 'The Beach' with Leonardo DiCaprio. I was hoping the free minds of humanity were more fun than a trance night; ironic that this turns out to be the safety valve for rebellion in the matrix; it's where all those dreadlocked white folk go who get into rebellion 'n' anarchy 'n' stuff, and go in for the lifestyle activism/rebellion aesthetic. If I were to go to Zion, reputed home of the free minds of humanity, I'd be looking out for the laid back people smoking weed, scribbling comics and trying to get away from damned dreadlocked trendy hippies. It was far too Jesmond for my liking. I was also wondering why the artists in Zion didn't take advantage of the technology we saw they possess for docking procedures and stuff (not the actual docking technology, but the visual technology, the user interface, the screens and stuff in the control room). Maybe their just too goddamned hippie.
I loved the action sequences; pure porn, I agree. Better than the new X-Men film by far; the whole thing 'reads' like a computer game, which is the point, I think. The audience with me were miserable, as per usual (it is very dissapproved of to actually enjoy a film, people are so anal about the 'perfect film experience', everyone sitting straight back, fingers on lips). It has given me plenty of mental fodder, which i will no doubt blog. (BlatentBlogPlug(TM): www.survivallog.blogspot.com )
This is the best film I've seen for about a year (the last most memorable one was 'Being John Malkovitch', and before that 'Fight Club'). The fact that I could endure such a long film without checking for the time before the end is amazing for me, and very rare. It's either miserable arty farty wank at the Tyneside Cinema, or pure Hollywood Crap at the new godplex Odeon cinema these days. Thank god a film has come along I actually LIKE, which is perfectly honest about being total porn, total fantasy, lifting me out of the real world in a way which was still intelligent, unlike crap like X-Men II which pretends to be 'politically relevant', what with that final presidential scene. How anyone would write that scene is beyond me, but what makes it worse is that these people should be vaguely comics literate. The Authority did a similar scene, executing the president by sending him to Iraq for a lynching; after a statement like that, the X-men scene can only make them look like pussies. (I can't believe that bald man once argued Starfleet policy with Klingons, he's keeping such wimpy company these days).
Anyway, I should explain I've had my beautiful long locks of hair chopped off today, hence the Cartmanesque outbursts about hippies. I hope i only offended those of you who live up your own bottoms. |
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