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MATRIX RELOADED
Who, as I did, hoped for a great, surprising and amazing sequel to the (alleged) trilogy-start MATRIX will be as disappointed as after biting in some brandnew MacDonalds-theme-week-Burger by MATRIX RELOADED… with not only the trivial taste in mouth but also some hundred fortune-cookie-verses, baken in the story by a semi-literate scriptwriter to confuse his eight-part-literate audience. A very expensive fortune-cookie, indeed: the glorificated special effects of MATRIX RELOADED are really astounding, not to say “disquieting”… if you bring in mind that even the US-military community is (surely not onlyJ pacifistic) interested in these techniques of modern anamorphotic trompe-l´oeil-betrayal to use them in the next future not only to simulate martial strategies but also to manipulate mass-media during the pre-tested wars you´ll realize that the wachowski´s are creating the self-fullfilling oif their own nightmare-vision. Does the Occident need THIS? One more religion doing the opposite of it´s teachings?
Okay... you could find (if you wanted) the aesthetic code of Film Noir in MATRIX, but MATRIX RELOADED contains nothing but Hippie-Commune-kitsch, absolutely unmotivated Matrix-Kung-Fu (what´s the name of this multicopied action-kickbox-thing? “the drunken scriptkiddy”?), us-military-reverend-short-lessons referring to Messianism and a little romance for the shakira-community.
Neo´s cossack suits to the pseudo-gnostic “wisdom” in this movie… lovers of european filmworks will remember the italian “Don Camillo”-movies with their violent priest beating up communists and pagans. Gone with the wind of small change is the strange darkness of part 1, gone also any synoptic string. You wait for the next supie-dupie action-sequence, you wait, you wait, you wait, you wait… meanwhile you get verbally whacked by a Whoopie-Goldberg-Lookalike, postapocalyptic Rastafas, wise chinese masters or a frenchie called “Merovingian”, talkin´ dirty, with quotes like “I aaam deeeplay couhnveenced: Thaire eeese nouh aahcceedaahnt!” .The summarize of all parts: One more Lesson, this time given by the “Architect”, a freemason-caricature, telling us the “truth” (which is, you knew it, a lie…). It is sufficient to walk into the cinema 20 minutes before the closing credits sequence to “understand” the plot of the trilogy. Three climax-points more: first, of course, the multiple agent-clones of the wonderful smith (the most interesting actor in this film), second, the freeway-madness (very nice!) and third, …oh. What was the third… I forgot… but that´s the problem with bad sex… |
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