Remember back in 2003 before this movie came out? Remember that feeling of anticipation? That sense of barely holding the excitement in check? Then seeing the movie and feeling that horrible betrayal but not knowing just how bad it was going to get because the third one hadn't come out and punched your hope to death yet?Yeah.
It's hard for me to separate all that out and just watch the movie on its own merits, few that they might be. It tried, though. It added new cool characters like Jada Pinkett-Smith to help the good guys, morally neutral parties like Monica Bellucci to move the plot along, and interesting-looking bad guys like the Ghost Twins for the audience to go "ooooh" over.
But like most sequels, it fell into the trap of too much. Too much Hugo Weaving, for one thing. Agent Smith made for an awesome bad guy in the first movie and the thought of him unplugged and ungoverned by protocol was pretty appetizing. But 600 copies of him running around and trying to body-slam Keanu Reeves? That's just fucking boring. Especially since nobody ever got hurt. Tell me it wouldn't have been better if, when the clones got hit, they took physical damage, even crumpled, littering the ground like discarded newspaper pages. You can't, can you?
Why do I own the movie if I don't like it? Well, sometimes it's important to see where things went wrong. It makes you appreciate when movies are done right.
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