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Third and final helping of Matrix

All over the Internet world bloggers will probably at sometime mention that they went to watch the latest and perhaps final installment in the Matrix Trilogy and give us their opinion. Just like me with this blog they will also just like me be blogging in a similar fashion, writing about people blogging about Matrix, such is the multiplicity of blogs and their contents. Of course with all their subtle difference so inherent to humans. So I apologize for the multiplicity, lets hope there are some subtle differences in my own offering.

Firstly I enjoyed the film. Full stop. However it could have been something more, it promised it, but did not supply and in the end leaves you wondering if there will be a next one, to finally answer questions. How can Neo control machines in the real world? How can the Smith be transported into the real world? Stuff like that did not get answered.

The film follows a biblical tail. Neo believes enough about his path that he will lay down his life for it; there are similar story lines around in other older books, especially those found in churches. Neo does a great impression of Moses with the machine sea. Bravo.

This EMP weapon Zion seems to employ in their ships. Why don't they use it more often in their fight with the machines? The ships do not seem to loose there on board systems to these pulses. These questions kept cropping up with me during the film. Another; why did getting the ship back into Zion become so important, was it for the EMP, then why did they think to not have one ready!

The opening scenes with "Merv" and Neo being stuck at "Mobile Ave" seems to be a waste of twenty minutes. With Merv not being seen in the film again. The scene were the Smith being in the real world being surround by really thick humans not working out who he was, OK I was watching the film knowing about him, but really they were acting daft for a while.

Things I liked in the film were the effects, nothing looked unreal, and if something could have looked unreal then there was so much for the eye to see that you really could not register the unreality. This happened a lot in the Dock fighting scene, all of it happening in a computer, but looking so real. The film excels in this, along with fight scenes. The punch between Neo and Smith was excellent; I have felt that effect whilst being punched myself, of course to a lesser degree. I thought the Trinity death scene was well done, they did not go over the top, and I liked the scene. I, probably being in the minority, loved the M2 dance scene, I thought perhaps we were going to get something like this with the entrance to "Merv's" nightclub; I enjoyed the joining of music and film together. Chance lost to annoy many and please just me.

So less philosophical questions and more beat 'em up style for this one. It worked, but I cannot help feeling there will be another Matrix sometime soon, and hopefully I will be there to watch it.

Posted by iwsmith at November 6, 2003 09:53 PM

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