May 15, 2003
RELOAD! RELOAD!entry,
I saw The Matrix: Reloaded on Thursday morning. To quote Strong Bad, "oh holy crap." This movie kicked my butt, took my name, and gave me a new one (you can call me "loony Wachowski fanboy" now.)
This is not to say that the film was without its problems. I think a couple of bad directorial decisions were made: most notably, the inclusion of a bumping-and-grinding love scene. I'm looking forward to the DVD, so I can watch the movie again and again and NOT HAVE TO SIT THROUGH THAT PART.
The good news is that it added nothing to the movie. Er... wait. Maybe that's the bad news. Or maybe gratuitous "anatomical ahem" is your cuppa ovalkwik. Whichever, this time around the Matrix is definitely "R"-rated, rather than being a near-miss on PG-13.
[note: if you think the above constitutes a spoiler for the film, rest assured I've told you nothing of import. But stick around until after the credits, or you'll regret not sticking around until after the credits.]
I'd say more about why I liked the movie, but even doing so in general terms would perhaps spoil bits for you. I'll leave actual spoilers to nitpicking pickers of nits on the forums. (My advice: Don't follow that link until you've either decided NOT to see the movie for yourself, or decided to let someone color your impression of it in spite of the fact that he claims to be anti-spoiler himself. )
Sandra and I agreed that the movie was excellent. Team-members of mine at work for whom I picked up tickets thanked me profusely for my choice of activities. The audience was whooping and hollering at key moments. I took a nap later in the afternoon and dreamt of trench-coats, leather, and Agent Smith.
(I dreamt of Rubik's Cubes, too, but that's a story for another day.)