The Matrix: Resolution

I got out from class at four and Boon rang me, "Do you want to go see The Matrix?" I had planned an evening of errands: post office, Office Max, read an essay. In the end, I skipped the errands and hastened down to Showcase Cinemas to meet Boon and his friend. Movie on impulse, that's the way to go.

For a four-thirty show, the theater was pretty crowded (the first showing was at nine this morning, I believe). We got three seats and plunked down to a splendid showcase of trailers. Troy (it looks great! The hundreds of ships sailing towards Troy, Brad Pitt looking yummy and Orlando Bloom looking yummy. Where was Sean Bean, our dear Boromir?) was followed by The Last Samurai. Now I wish they hadn't titled the movie that, it puts people off, how can they give a man from the west such an esteemed title? Forget the title, focus on the battles scenes. Impressive, I'd watch it for the fighting, the costumes, and the lovely Japanese lady who serves up as eye candy and requisite lover for Tom Cruise's hero character.

Cut to movie at last. Hmm, I wish I'd rented Reloaded before going to see the final part of the trilogy. Even though it's been a few months, so much has happened in between that I've forgotten the plot points in the final moments of Reloaded. I don't want to give too much away, so I'll sound really general in my review. Lots of action, puts you at the edge of your seat, fights with sentinels, fights with Smith, fights with nameless, gun-toting, leather-clad baddies. Just a few moments (and one miserable line!?) of Monica Bellucci (lots of cleavage though), a cryptic little Indian girl, more Oracle talk, less Morpheus waxing philosophical. The end wasn't as I expected, a little compromised, a little anticlimactic. I wanted more to the story. Maybe they wrote it this way to leave room for another trilogy (a final war with the machines?). There were a couple of things I didn't quite grasp, one being Smith's power. I must consult with my brother, who's more of a Matrix fan and expert than I am.

So the movie ended, I left Showcase (but not before seeing a couple of fans dressed in long, black cassocks, Neo-style, sans sunglasses) and I went to dinner at a friend's house where we watched Finding Nemo, which has just emerged in DVD format. Still as heart-warming and satisfying as ever. Now, I shall return to the essay I postponed. Outside, the temperature falls (and falls) and I shall cozy up with a new friend: a small blue mouse whose belly hides microwavable lavender beads to warm and relax the senses. The eczema has spread to my neck, so I really must get some down-time. Too bad I can't plug myself into a beach-resort program and immerse my consciousness in sun, sand, and ocean.

My blue pal in the microwave

[Update]: The mention of "blue" reminds me of one favorite moment in the movie. At one point, while Trinity and Neo hurtle towards the machine city, they are forced to escape the sentinels by nosing the ship into the sky, above the wretched machines. They burst through the black cloud and lightning and find themselves surrounded by a beautiful expanse of blue sky and the sun blazing benevolently upon their faces. It was probably the first time Trinity had seen and felt the sun's rays upon her face. Her experssion was perfect: awe and wonder at such a phenomenon. And then they were plunging back into the dark world, leaving behind the faint outlines of a crescent moon and that unending blue heaven.

Posted by Monoceros at November 5, 2003 10:08 PM