The Matrix: cyberpunk masterpiece or edgelord twat Bible?

THE Matrix: literate, postmodern action movie or portentous load of shit that spawned an incomprehensible franchise? Was it shite the whole time? 

Keanu Reeves’s acting

Anyone who lived through the early 90s will remember it as a terrible, blighted time when Keanu Reeves thought he could act. This film largely put paid to that, but he’s still shit. If you found out your whole world was a simulation run by machines, you’d at least say ‘what the f**k?’ Not Keanu. A gormless ‘woah’ and an expressionless ‘no way’ push the limits of his acting capabilities.

It’s not as original everyone thought it was

The Matrix was a wholly original and groundbreaking film if you have never experienced any other sci-fi or read Greek mythology. Back in 1999 this demographic included everyone, so critics were dumbfounded by ideas and visuals already explored in Ghost in the Shell, Akira, and Metropolis, which had been out for 72 years so there was no excuse.

You couldn’t move for floor-length leather coats

You used to have a leather coat. You looked cool in it. Then The Matrix came out, every fucker in Forbidden Planet was wearing one and you didn’t want to be lumped in with those neckbeard losers. You had nothing in common with them except for your fashion sense, buying comics, taste in film and burning desire for Carrie-Anne Moss.

It gave internet edgelords ‘red-pilling’

The red pill was a neat realisation of Neo’s dilemma: does he take it and learn the truth about the Matrix, or carry on as usual? A plot device hijacked by the biggest twats on the internet who want to turn people on to their misogynistic worldview. If The Matrix caused Andrew Tate, perhaps it should never have been made.

Bullet time wore off fucking fast

Bullet time was cool in The Matrix. An innovative special effect, it was used sparingly to tell the story. Then Scary Movie and Shrek started using it and the novelty wore off fucking fast. By the time the sequels came out, bullet time had become as repetitive and empty as the franchise itself.

Those bloody sequels

Two of them in a year? Wow, 2003 is going to be the best year for cinema ever, we erroneously thought. The third Matrix movie made $300m less than the second. That’s how let down we were. MTV’s spoof of The Matrix Reloaded was vastly preferable to the source material. The less said about 2021’s fourth instalment, the fucking better.

Your astrological week ahead, with Psychic Bob

Aries, March 21st–April 19th

Time to try living a more continental lifestyle. Eat salad. Take late night strolls. Start driving on the right.

Taurus, April 20th–May 20th

Save money by buying fewer Faberge eggs.

Gemini, May 21st–June 21st

God is up there right now, guiding your actions with a PlayStation controller. He’s pressing X repeatedly but you refuse to jump.

Cancer, June 22nd–July 22nd

Your newborn baby doesn’t speak, doesn’t go anywhere, cries a lot, is always sleeping at odd hours of the day then awake all night. You think it’s post-natal depression.

Leo, July 23rd–August 22nd

If you’ve ever been in the sea you’ve technically swum with dolphins. They might just have been quite far away.

Virgo, August 23rd–September 22nd

How about we tell the sensitivity readers to do whatever the fuck they want to Charlie and The Great Glass Elevator? That one already sucks.

Libra, September 23rd–October 22nd

As more Britons tick ‘atheist’ on the census form the tiny angels and devils that used to live on their shoulders are being forced to work driving Ubers and shelf-stacking.

Scorpio, October 23rd–November 22nd

Look, if each of us brings in just one brick we can build a semi-detached house in the O2 during the George Ezra gig and noise-complaint the motherfucker right off stage.

Sagittarius, November 22nd–December 21st

Ostriches aren’t putting their heads in the sand when danger approaches – they’re showing you their arse. They’re the bravest damn birds around.

Capricorn, December 22nd–January 19th

Pease pudding hot, pease pudding cold, pease pudding disgusting either way.

Aquarius, January 20th–February 18th

You can drink Skittles from a glass. In fact, once you’re over 35, it’s pretty much de rigueur.

Pisces, February 19th–March 20th

Whatever happened to Whatever Happened to Baby Jane? You swear you put the DVD in the loft.