After The Matrix came out, every movie-going mouth-breather nationwide suddenly began waxing philosophical like coffeehouse hipsters. You may remember it sounding something like this, “So if reality is just a perception, and technology was advanced enough, how would you be able to tell if your life wasn’t just a super realistic videogame you’re plugged up to?”
Meanwhile, those of us who had actually read a book in our lives, or played enough videogames to already appreciate this sort of 21st century zen koan prior to the film… we still thought it was a hell of an action movie with a surprisingly intelligent sci-fi storyline.
The film was a box office hit and a cultural landmark. Matrix posters becoming as common a sight as MC Escher and Salvador Dali on co-ed walls.
For the purposes of this review, and to forgive great directors their latter day sins, we’ll refrain from discussing the sequels.
Fast-forward roughly 10 years and Christopher Nolan – Mr. Dark Knight himself – goes and does the impossible. He out-Matrix’s the Matrix. How?
He writes and directs Inception, a film where he essentially puts the Matrix…get this…IN THE MATRIX.
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