Release Date:
Wednesday, November 5, 2003
You can stop popping pillsthe suspense ends tonight. Following the emotional, metaphysical, oft-logical roller coaster of its predecessors, The Matrix: Revolutions delivers exactly what we remaining humans (and fans) have been trolling the harsh, desolate, gum-stippled moviescape for: an explosion of budget-busting special effects sequences to fill out a finale four years in the making.
Revolutions plugs in right where Reloaded logged off. Neos drifting in a coma between the Matrix and the Machine World, with Morpheus (Larry Fishburne) and Trinity (Carrie-Anne Moss) waiting by their saviors side. Neo eventually wakes and, a few revelatory whoas and an oracle visit later, arrives at the conclusion that humanitys only chance for survival lies in his impending visit to the Machine World. Soon, an apoplectic onslaught of CGI effects traps you in the intense battle between man and machine. The filler that fattened up so much of Reloaded is reduced to necessary plot advancement before giving way to the films epic face-offs: Tattered, unwashed civilians rage against the machines inside Zion, curious programs befuddle Neo (though, how hard could that really be?) inside the Matrix, and, of course, Agent Smith returns in angry mob form. The hyper-stimulated approach to moviemaking wraps a fitting conclusion around a hyper-hyped franchise that demands you snatch up one more ticket. Besides, havent you learned yet? Your choice has already been made for you.
Revolutions plugs in right where Reloaded logged off. Neos drifting in a coma between the Matrix and the Machine World, with Morpheus (Larry Fishburne) and Trinity (Carrie-Anne Moss) waiting by their saviors side. Neo eventually wakes and, a few revelatory whoas and an oracle visit later, arrives at the conclusion that humanitys only chance for survival lies in his impending visit to the Machine World. Soon, an apoplectic onslaught of CGI effects traps you in the intense battle between man and machine. The filler that fattened up so much of Reloaded is reduced to necessary plot advancement before giving way to the films epic face-offs: Tattered, unwashed civilians rage against the machines inside Zion, curious programs befuddle Neo (though, how hard could that really be?) inside the Matrix, and, of course, Agent Smith returns in angry mob form. The hyper-stimulated approach to moviemaking wraps a fitting conclusion around a hyper-hyped franchise that demands you snatch up one more ticket. Besides, havent you learned yet? Your choice has already been made for you.