I’ve always been of the understanding that MATRIX is a cluster of specialised cells…such as in Bone matrix. has something to do with the production of Erythrocytes or sumthing!
A bunch of blatantly ripped off anime scenes shot in live action, bad Vertigo style quips and oh-I’m-so-clever poorly thought out mythical architypes put together around a conciet that’s been beaten to death, with a few fair (not great) wire fu and style hong kong action sequences.
I wonder, though, why does the matrix run on protoculture? and not, say, geothermal or nuclear power? Protoculture was silly way back in 1980. And it’s got even sillier in the interem.
Yes, I agree. The best way to deal with someone running fifty miles an hour and jumping across builidngs is to ram them with a f#$king truck. These are not the smartest villians ever.
Good thing they didn’t just disconnect or lobotomize people who were causing problems. Then they couldn’t send in extremely obvious enforcers to break things and shoot people unrelated to whatever the hells going on.
Wise move, to go with the basic “action movie package” on casting. Otherwise, I might have hurt myself wondering who would live, who would die, who would betray them, and so on.
Good thing both Neo and whatsisname have the same incorrect and very strange idea of what deja vu means, huh? Were all the copyeditors rendered down to feed babies?
Why do Oracles always live in crappy urban apartments? The Oracle’s were temple maidens, one would think their enjoyment of comfort would have stuck with them a generation or two. Why not, say, a nice splitlevel in the suburbs? Did they actually expect us to be surprised by this relivation?
I could do this all day. I should stop before I get in too much trouble. 
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“Ah, something else created by satan: japanimation!”
And now I’m starting to think that either people don’t have a grip on reality…or they’ve watched too many movies!!
Dammit, people!
No one can be told what the Matrix is!!
All I can say is…
Do you really think that’s air you’re breathing?
It’s the space enclosed by the inner membrane of a mitochondrion.
The matrix? It’s all too frighteningly real.
Tell me you’re not a part of it.
While awake, I reside within the virtual confines of the matrix.
While sleep, I roam the carcasses of the real world.