He is still The One

For all its many faults – and advanced machines using human bodies as batteries is about as faulted an idea as you’ll get for ten bucks – THE MATRIX (1999) is more than just a brilliant piece of story and structure: it also has something priceless to say about the death of cats. The Matrix trilogy is full of pseudo-philosophical psychobabble. It mixes hocus-pocus with out of focus to try to secure intellectual brownie points. Of course it fails miserably. At times the ramblings of Morpheus, The Merovingian, and The Architect are risible. We endure this nonsense, however, because it’s, well, cool. People wear shades indoors. And while Matrix Reloaded and Matrix Revolutions descend into a mora

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