The case of 'The Matrix Reloaded'


THere are so many movies that excite me so much that I nearly shake, but I don't think there any that matches the experience I once had when I watched The Matrix Reloaded, the first sequel to the 1999 classic. That I was at a cinema, complete with booming sound, contributed to the experience.

There were many sequences responsible, but there were two in particular the rocked my world:

This is movie magic. I even went as far as declaring the movie a masterpiece. That's a rare accolade for a movie to possess. I did this not blind to the movie's flaws (I was very well aware of the less-than-excellent story). It's just that the excitement was so great that the flaws seemed like minor blemishes in comparison. Sadly, that wasn't a case on a revisit.

The true test of a movie's excellence is on a revisit, or better still, on multiple revisits. The movie must remain excellent even when it is no longer the-new-hot-thing, when other masterworks have been released. The Matrix Reloaded isn't such a movie. The visual effects, it's best asset, even looked cartoonish on a revisit (thought still great), and felt like putting make-up on a rotting corpse (a stupid story). Not it's not a bad movie, just not a very good one.

So, The case of The Matrix Reloaded is whereby I ecstatically declare supreme a movie on the initial viewing, a movie that proves a complete let-down on a revisit.