Comments on: Motivational Speaker http://www.galacticmu.com/movies/motivational-speaker-keanu-reeves/ Press your spaceface close to mine Mon, 31 May 2010 06:40:54 -0700 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.8 hourly 1 By: Sunday http://www.galacticmu.com/movies/motivational-speaker-keanu-reeves/comment-page-1/#comment-472 Sunday Thu, 02 Oct 2008 19:14:01 +0000 http://www.galacticmu.com/movies/motivational-speaker-keanu-reeves/#comment-472 <i>The Matrix</i> is one of those movies that make me wish I'd seen it as a person who hadn't seen a lot of science fiction before, you know what I mean? I wish I could have temporarily removed any memory of scifi... and, logic, I guess... and just enjoyed it for what it was. Instead it was 2 hours of going, "Wait, <i>that's</i> from a Peter F. Hamilton novel - and <i>that's</i> from a William Gibson novel - and <i>that's</i> from an Iain Banks novel," et cetera et cetera. And it wasn't that they did a great job of using all these ideas, they did a really half-ass job - you HAVE to do a half-ass job when you're working with a dozen independent scifi tropes in one film. I've written big diatribes on <i>The Matrix</i> before, but they generally all say: I just wish someone else had done it. Someone with a little more restraint. The other problem I had was that it felt really stale to me, and not just because the great days of cyberpunk are behind us (for the record, I think more and more cyberpunk is going to make its way into the theaters over the next decade - cinema is always 10-20 years behind literature), but because the my high school days were surprisingly like the movie. A few less machines, I guess. Joking aside, we were totally cyberpunk. I had spiky pink or green or blue hair and wore a black trench coat and mirrored sunglasses. I was SO DORKY. Oh my god I love myself. Anyway, we would try and hack the local BBSs and make "boxes" to phreak with (that never worked) and thought that we were going to get carted away for having copies of The Anarchist's Cookbook stored on 3.5 floppies hidden in air vents in our parents houses. Spent plenty of time convincing my dad to drive me to Seattle to buy some knee-high bad-ass lace-up boots (impossible to find at the time, now of course available in any American mall) and settled for the more sensible calf-high (thanks dad!). ANYWAY. My point being: suddenly all the vinyl and trench coats and sunglasses on the big screen made me tisk and be all, "Bitches, we did that 10 years ago." The Matrix is one of those movies that make me wish I’d seen it as a person who hadn’t seen a lot of science fiction before, you know what I mean? I wish I could have temporarily removed any memory of scifi… and, logic, I guess… and just enjoyed it for what it was. Instead it was 2 hours of going, “Wait, that’s from a Peter F. Hamilton novel – and that’s from a William Gibson novel – and that’s from an Iain Banks novel,” et cetera et cetera. And it wasn’t that they did a great job of using all these ideas, they did a really half-ass job – you HAVE to do a half-ass job when you’re working with a dozen independent scifi tropes in one film. I’ve written big diatribes on The Matrix before, but they generally all say: I just wish someone else had done it. Someone with a little more restraint.

The other problem I had was that it felt really stale to me, and not just because the great days of cyberpunk are behind us (for the record, I think more and more cyberpunk is going to make its way into the theaters over the next decade – cinema is always 10-20 years behind literature), but because the my high school days were surprisingly like the movie. A few less machines, I guess. Joking aside, we were totally cyberpunk. I had spiky pink or green or blue hair and wore a black trench coat and mirrored sunglasses. I was SO DORKY. Oh my god I love myself. Anyway, we would try and hack the local BBSs and make “boxes” to phreak with (that never worked) and thought that we were going to get carted away for having copies of The Anarchist’s Cookbook stored on 3.5 floppies hidden in air vents in our parents houses. Spent plenty of time convincing my dad to drive me to Seattle to buy some knee-high bad-ass lace-up boots (impossible to find at the time, now of course available in any American mall) and settled for the more sensible calf-high (thanks dad!).

ANYWAY.

My point being: suddenly all the vinyl and trench coats and sunglasses on the big screen made me tisk and be all, “Bitches, we did that 10 years ago.”

]]> By: NYPinTA http://www.galacticmu.com/movies/motivational-speaker-keanu-reeves/comment-page-1/#comment-469 NYPinTA Thu, 02 Oct 2008 17:56:37 +0000 http://www.galacticmu.com/movies/motivational-speaker-keanu-reeves/#comment-469 Because Keanu is pretty. And that he doesn't have a trophy wife and livin' la vida loca in LA and generally making an ass of himself. BTW The Matrix rocked. Until it didn't. Because Keanu is pretty. And that he doesn’t have a trophy wife and livin’ la vida loca in LA and generally making an ass of himself.
BTW The Matrix rocked. Until it didn’t.

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