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 ramblin