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I totted up the number of good things in this film, and basically, it came to about 60-120 seconds of film.
Seconds.
That's not a good start.
I don't even think it was tied to the last one that well. So many loose ends - and not in the way that dAb and the rest of the, well, lunatics, are expressing, but things that seemed like a good idea that have passed without trace. Such as: the entirely white Zion computer room. Where the fuck is that? Why the fuck do the machines have a city? Do they need to go to the machine gym having been to the machine office?
(As I continue, I have decided to refuse to structure my post like I normally would, linking paragraphs and themes, and instead throw ideas at you. This is not because I advocate this principle as a moderate - I abhor it, and I prefer sentences, correct spelling, and something approaching logical flow. However, as the film we are discussing ignored any sense of coherency, I shall just throw ideas at you and see how it goes).
Lame-ness of explaining new Oracle - lots of people mumbling about "it's a shame that happens" and "did you survive the change OK?" Just enough for us to know that Morpheus et al are not retards, and have noticed it is a new actress, but not enough to stop the audience being treated like retards.
Thought: where did all the budget go? I thought the film looked pretty average for half of a $320million film. CGI, Schmee-g-i. Crappy stompy mechas. Crappy "if we double the number of sentinels, it will be better!"
A gunfight, quite nice, but still no lobby-scene, no explanation of why the bad guys can walk on the ceiling but our heroes cannot.
No dialogue. No motivation.
Agent Smith: great. Great pantomime villain, actually, but I love him all the same, even if his end fight was too long.
People in woolen jumpers and with beads in their hair. I sighed every time I saw that fucking council. Not as bad as when, just as we (a Saturday afternoon multiplex audience, full of all those "normal people" so derided already in this post) were fed up with the entire thing, and felt the end must be near, the fucking Architect pops up and the entire cinema groaned in unison.
It's not Christian. It's confused. We have this messianic saviour and Christian imagery (delivering the word, I said word (did you get that? Clever boys!) to the unbelievers, crosses, sacrifice, blah-di-blah... and then aspects of Buddhism and Hinduism and basically surfer-philosophy start popping up, not to mention all the classical mythology. What a mess.
I still loved the daylight, but 5 seconds of film does not anything remotely worth my afternoon make.
The first film was self-contained, and I don't even think the latter two bore any resemblance to it. And I am fed up of wasting my life writing about this fucking thing. I had to go just to get it over with. Fuck, it hurt. Waste of my time and money. And it didn't even end.
Finally, a trend I have noticed: every time I read nice things being said about the film by what I can only fairly call fanboys, as there is no other way anyone could enjoy this preposterous heap of shit, I am deafened by the sound of that barrel scraping.
Deafened. |
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