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REVIEW: The Matrix: Resurrections
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Ubiquitous
Jan 10, 2022, 4:53:16 AM1/10/22
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In 1999, The Matrix caused a sensation in large measure because it had
some of the best fighting sequences ever filmed -- scenes that featured
a remarkable understanding of how to frame, stage, and film hand-to-
hand combat in exciting and fresh ways. Its writer-directors, the
brothers Wachowski, seemed to be charting a new course as action
filmmakers. Alas, every movie they've made in the subsequent 22 years
has been dreadful; it's now clear that they put everything they had in
The Matrix and subsequently have done almost nothing right.
Their influence shows still in the John Wick series, also starring
Keanu Reeves; its directors, Chad Stahelski and David Leitch, learned
at the feet of the masters and have basically surpassed them. Still,
even in such dogs as Jupiter Ascending and Cloud Atlas, the Wachowskis
(the sisters Wachowski now, as they have both transitioned) still
displayed a pretty distinctive visual sense.
No longer. Case in point: The Matrix: Resurrections, now in theaters
and on HBO Max. It's the work of only one Wachowski -- Lana, born
Larry. It looks astonishingly terrible, with muddy third-rate
cinematography and bad set design. Even more surprising, its action
sequences are incomprehensible and thuddingly unimaginative. At long
last, it's time to declare there is nothing whatsoever left of the
Wachowski magic.
And that's even more startling because Resurrections has the most
impressive screenwriting credits of any English-language movie in
decades. Lana Wachowski's collaborators here are the novelists David
Mitchell and Aleksandar Hemon, both of whom are highly garlanded,
universally lauded, and possible future Nobelists. The only comparable
contemporary writer who comes to mind is Michael Chabon, whose name is
on Spider-Man 2 and John Carter of Mars, and is one of the showrunners
of the Star Trek TV series Picard. Chabon is pretty good at it, as
Picard‘s high quality attests, but Mitchell and Hemon really ought to
keep their day jobs. This is one ghastly movie.
The original movie's plot was a clever but direct lift from the
science-fiction writer Philip K. Dick, a clever variant on his central
conceit that the world we live in is not the real world but a
simulation imposed on us by some form of nonhuman intelligence. This
very confusing riff of the original is set in San Francisco, where
Keanu Reeves is a hotshot tech bro responsible for designing a game
called "The Matrix." But of course there is no game, and there is no
San Francisco. He’s still living on a wrecked Earth in which human
beings have been turned into batteries powering a civilization of
sentient machines. Once again he must be awakened into this new
reality, in part to save the woman he loves, Trinity.
The first half hour of the movie is therefore a fun-house mirror. The
characters in The Matrix: Resurrections discuss rebooting the game and
in the process raise all the issues people had with the original movie.
Is it about free will or about destiny? And if you go back to the well
to revise the thing, are you doing so because you actually have some
creative reason to do it -- or for the money?
That kind of thing may seem momentarily clever, but it's just an
exercise in tired solipsism. Later on, in the middle of one of the
movie's horrible fight scenes, a character from one of the sequels—
don't ask me which one or who he is—starts ranting in a French accent
about sequels and reboots and the threat they pose to culture. Well,
here's the thing: This piece of garbage is a threat to culture, not
because it's a sequel or because it's a reboot, but because it's bad
and will waste people’s time.
This is easily the worst performance Keanu Reeves has ever given; his
dazed and dead line readings suggest he spent much of the preparation
for his big closeups being hit repeatedly over the head by a two-by-
four. The only real spark of life here comes from Jonathan Groff, a
wonderful stage performer who is likely best known from the Netflix
serial killer series Mindhunter. Playing Keanu's nemesis, he combines
tech-bro obnoxiousness with the silken menace of a Kubrick bad guy.
I've seen worse movies in my day.
But not many.
--
Let's go Brandon!
some of the best fighting sequences ever filmed -- scenes that featured
a remarkable understanding of how to frame, stage, and film hand-to-
hand combat in exciting and fresh ways. Its writer-directors, the
brothers Wachowski, seemed to be charting a new course as action
filmmakers. Alas, every movie they've made in the subsequent 22 years
has been dreadful; it's now clear that they put everything they had in
The Matrix and subsequently have done almost nothing right.
Their influence shows still in the John Wick series, also starring
Keanu Reeves; its directors, Chad Stahelski and David Leitch, learned
at the feet of the masters and have basically surpassed them. Still,
even in such dogs as Jupiter Ascending and Cloud Atlas, the Wachowskis
(the sisters Wachowski now, as they have both transitioned) still
displayed a pretty distinctive visual sense.
No longer. Case in point: The Matrix: Resurrections, now in theaters
and on HBO Max. It's the work of only one Wachowski -- Lana, born
Larry. It looks astonishingly terrible, with muddy third-rate
cinematography and bad set design. Even more surprising, its action
sequences are incomprehensible and thuddingly unimaginative. At long
last, it's time to declare there is nothing whatsoever left of the
Wachowski magic.
And that's even more startling because Resurrections has the most
impressive screenwriting credits of any English-language movie in
decades. Lana Wachowski's collaborators here are the novelists David
Mitchell and Aleksandar Hemon, both of whom are highly garlanded,
universally lauded, and possible future Nobelists. The only comparable
contemporary writer who comes to mind is Michael Chabon, whose name is
on Spider-Man 2 and John Carter of Mars, and is one of the showrunners
of the Star Trek TV series Picard. Chabon is pretty good at it, as
Picard‘s high quality attests, but Mitchell and Hemon really ought to
keep their day jobs. This is one ghastly movie.
The original movie's plot was a clever but direct lift from the
science-fiction writer Philip K. Dick, a clever variant on his central
conceit that the world we live in is not the real world but a
simulation imposed on us by some form of nonhuman intelligence. This
very confusing riff of the original is set in San Francisco, where
Keanu Reeves is a hotshot tech bro responsible for designing a game
called "The Matrix." But of course there is no game, and there is no
San Francisco. He’s still living on a wrecked Earth in which human
beings have been turned into batteries powering a civilization of
sentient machines. Once again he must be awakened into this new
reality, in part to save the woman he loves, Trinity.
The first half hour of the movie is therefore a fun-house mirror. The
characters in The Matrix: Resurrections discuss rebooting the game and
in the process raise all the issues people had with the original movie.
Is it about free will or about destiny? And if you go back to the well
to revise the thing, are you doing so because you actually have some
creative reason to do it -- or for the money?
That kind of thing may seem momentarily clever, but it's just an
exercise in tired solipsism. Later on, in the middle of one of the
movie's horrible fight scenes, a character from one of the sequels—
don't ask me which one or who he is—starts ranting in a French accent
about sequels and reboots and the threat they pose to culture. Well,
here's the thing: This piece of garbage is a threat to culture, not
because it's a sequel or because it's a reboot, but because it's bad
and will waste people’s time.
This is easily the worst performance Keanu Reeves has ever given; his
dazed and dead line readings suggest he spent much of the preparation
for his big closeups being hit repeatedly over the head by a two-by-
four. The only real spark of life here comes from Jonathan Groff, a
wonderful stage performer who is likely best known from the Netflix
serial killer series Mindhunter. Playing Keanu's nemesis, he combines
tech-bro obnoxiousness with the silken menace of a Kubrick bad guy.
I've seen worse movies in my day.
But not many.
--
Let's go Brandon!
Lynn McGuire
Jan 10, 2022, 6:00:00 PM1/10/22
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was yawning halfway through the movie.
Lynn
MummyChunk
Dec 3, 2022, 6:42:26 AM12/3/22
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> Ubiquitous wrote:
> It was better than not having any content released at all.
to
> keep their day jobs. This is one ghastly movie.
>
> The original movie's plot was a clever but direct lift from the
> science-fiction writer Philip K. Dick, a clever variant on his
central
> conceit that the world we live in is not the real world but a
> simulation imposed on us by some form of nonhuman intelligence.
This
> very confusing riff of the original is set in San Francisco, where
> Keanu Reeves is a hotshot tech bro responsible for designing a game
> called "The Matrix." But of course there is no game, and
there is no
> San Francisco. Hes still living on a wrecked Earth in which human
> keep their day jobs. This is one ghastly movie.
>
> The original movie's plot was a clever but direct lift from the
> science-fiction writer Philip K. Dick, a clever variant on his
central
> conceit that the world we live in is not the real world but a
> simulation imposed on us by some form of nonhuman intelligence.
This
> very confusing riff of the original is set in San Francisco, where
> Keanu Reeves is a hotshot tech bro responsible for designing a game
> called "The Matrix." But of course there is no game, and
there is no
> beings have been turned into batteries powering a civilization of
> sentient machines. Once again he must be awakened into this new
> reality, in part to save the woman he loves, Trinity.
>
> The first half hour of the movie is therefore a fun-house mirror.
The
> characters in The Matrix: Resurrections discuss rebooting the game
and
> in the process raise all the issues people had with the original
movie.
> Is it about free will or about destiny? And if you go back to the
well
> to revise the thing, are you doing so because you actually have
some
> creative reason to do it -- or for the money?
>
> That kind of thing may seem momentarily clever, but it's just an
> exercise in tired solipsism. Later on, in the middle of one of the
> movie's horrible fight scenes, a character from one of the sequels
> don't ask me which one or who he isstarts ranting in a French
> sentient machines. Once again he must be awakened into this new
> reality, in part to save the woman he loves, Trinity.
>
> The first half hour of the movie is therefore a fun-house mirror.
The
> characters in The Matrix: Resurrections discuss rebooting the game
and
> in the process raise all the issues people had with the original
movie.
> Is it about free will or about destiny? And if you go back to the
well
> to revise the thing, are you doing so because you actually have
some
> creative reason to do it -- or for the money?
>
> That kind of thing may seem momentarily clever, but it's just an
> exercise in tired solipsism. Later on, in the middle of one of the
> movie's horrible fight scenes, a character from one of the sequels
accent
> about sequels and reboots and the threat they pose to culture.
Well,
> here's the thing: This piece of garbage is a threat to culture, not
> because it's a sequel or because it's a reboot, but because it's
bad
> and will waste peoples time.
> about sequels and reboots and the threat they pose to culture.
Well,
> here's the thing: This piece of garbage is a threat to culture, not
> because it's a sequel or because it's a reboot, but because it's
bad
>
> This is easily the worst performance Keanu Reeves has ever given;
his
> dazed and dead line readings suggest he spent much of the
preparation
> for his big closeups being hit repeatedly over the head by a
two-by-
> four. The only real spark of life here comes from Jonathan Groff, a
> wonderful stage performer who is likely best known from the Netflix
> serial killer series Mindhunter. Playing Keanu's nemesis, he
combines
> tech-bro obnoxiousness with the silken menace of a Kubrick bad
guy.
>
> I've seen worse movies in my day.
>
> But not many.
>
> --
> Let's go Brandon!
This is a response to the post seen at:
> This is easily the worst performance Keanu Reeves has ever given;
his
> dazed and dead line readings suggest he spent much of the
preparation
> for his big closeups being hit repeatedly over the head by a
two-by-
> four. The only real spark of life here comes from Jonathan Groff, a
> wonderful stage performer who is likely best known from the Netflix
> serial killer series Mindhunter. Playing Keanu's nemesis, he
combines
> tech-bro obnoxiousness with the silken menace of a Kubrick bad
guy.
>
> I've seen worse movies in my day.
>
> But not many.
>
> --
> Let's go Brandon!
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