The Matrix is a film about a guy who works for some software development agency who plays part time as a Red Hat hacker (could be Black Hat, but it’s not really touched upon). He spends his days doing whatever programmers like to do for their day jobs under the thumb of some asshole boss that’s big into punctuality. He spends his nights doing hacky things, particularly searching for an elusive hacker named Morpheus. Things get interesting when he follows a cryptic message to a night club where he begins to learn the truth about the REAL life, universe, and everything. Turns out that everyone lives in a giant computer program called The Matrix and the reality he knows isn’t so real after all, that he along with the rest of humanity is a slave to sentient machines that mine humans for raw energy. More simply put: HUMANITY IS FUCKED.
So The Matrix is one of those ‘capstone’ movies that kind of dawned a new era in filmmaking. Its message was incredibly profound for the time, arguably the first time the high-level concept of being ‘trapped in a computer simulation’ extended beyond the Kingdom of Nerds and into the realm of popular consciousness. It also ushered in a new age of visual razzamataz. I don’t want to sit here and go on and on about its message; that’s probably been done to death already and book reviews are where I generally flex my thinking-hard brain muscles anyway. My question is rather basic: is this movie still good?
Yep. Still good. Look, we’ve all grown a little bit older and a little bit wiser since The Matrix arrived on the scene (especially after those, uh, interesting sequels that I will no doubt encounter sometime later). To say that we are all puppets to some kind of higher regime, while thought-provoking, is a pretty self-defeating way to live. But if you look at this film for what it is: an explosive, action-packed, experimentally fun sci-fi romp with cool as hell special effects and a reasonably light-hearted yet serious tone, hopefully you will find a very thrilling movie that is quite fun to watch. One riddled with little references, allusions, and nods to films of many many genres that came before. My personal favorite nod was during the scene where Neo and Agent Smith prepare to face off in the subway: some trash blows across the battlefield like a tumbleweed. Little things like this add so much character to the movie to make it more than just a pretentious commentary about the system. That’s why the film succeeds where perhaps others have failed. You can connect with it in more than one way, and because of this The Matrix still holds up to this day.