The Matrix Revolutions is pretty much the textbook example of a movie way too far up its own a*se: for nearly two hours, we find ourselves listening to an endless stream of pretentious, faux-philosophical conversations that do near on nothing to enhance our understanding of the already convoluted plot. By this third chapter, the filmmakers presumably had no grasp of what it was they were trying to say. It shows. People are quick to write off both Matrix sequels as works of pure evil, but at least the second installment - The Matrix Reloaded - can boast the traits of super exciting action movie. Revolutions, on the other hand, appears to have been designed as a way for the Wachowski siblings to write themselves out of a hole that they dug themselves into for no reason. Truly, a big, monotonous slice of ostentatious, blockbuster schlock.
Sam Hill is an ardent cinephile and has been writing about film professionally since 2008. He harbours a particular fondness for western and sci-fi movies.
