Matrix: Revolutions

Matrix: Revolutions is a remarkably unelegant film. I don't mean this in a stylistic sense (as it has reasons to be less elegant stylisticly, because so much of this film happens in the meat world), but in the sense that the script felt not even like a rough draft, but like something that revealed all the obsessions and quirks of its writers, without having been passed through anyone to smooth it over into a graceful story with meaning to other people.

It also suffers from what the final film of any series almost unavoidably suffers from (although I'd posit this is a particularly American problem because of our need for closure) -- it ceases to be interesting because it's too bloody neat.

( hear lie spoilers, that said, I doubt that will affect your enjoyment (or not) of this film )

in other news

My recent submission to Doorknobs & Bodypaint got picked up, so I will post a link here when the issue is up. I had given up on it as the issue is due out any day and normally they notify us much sooner of these things.

Also toying around with something else for life somewhere else.

But now I am going to bed.

also

I saw the preview for Troy last night. Not all of it looked great, but the opening shot of the boats, and the accompanying voice-over almost moved me to tears and looked astounding. But then I am all about scale.