So I went to see The Matrix Revolutions this weekend. (Insert slow, drawn, sigh) A quick scan of the Rotten Tomatoes reviews will expand on my take of this third movie and save bandwidth.
In short, the Matrix has collapsed under its own weight; the shallowness of the storyline has been fully revealed. If that’s as good as you can do with years of production, a practically bottomless budget, and all the time you could ask for to unfold the complex and intriguing story revealed in the first film, then there never was much there. The intrigue was with what we didn’t know. (All girls wearing the stuff with your belly hanging out and cleavage working hard for its money, take note.)
To “the brothers”: stick to one-ups. Or, perhaps follow Peter Jackson’s approach and have a solid literary work to somewhat constrain the seemingly pathological urges of filmmakers to veer wildly off-course. Perhaps pick a William Gibson title and run with that. As for the Matrix, I think it’s not worth reworking, reloading, or revoluting any further. Please don’t.