The Yuppies Are Not Defectors From Revolt,

The Most Embarrassing Part Of The Film Is That The New Problem Posed By Simulation Is Confused With Its Classical, Platonic Treatment ... The Matrix Is Surely The Kind Of Film About The Matrix That The Matrix Would Have Been Able To Produce.

The Skylines Lit Up At Dead Of Night, The Air-conditioning Systems Cooling Empty Hotels In The Desert And Artificial Light In The Middle Of The Day All Have Something Both Demented And Admirable About Them. The Mindless Luxury Of A Rich Civilization, And Yet Of A Civilization Perhaps As Scared To See The Lights Go Out As Was The Hunter In His Primitive Night.

For The Heavenly Fire No Longer Strikes Depraved Cities, It Is Rather The Lens Which Cuts Through Ordinary Reality Like A Laser, Putting It To Death.

If There Is A Species Which Is More Maltreated Than Children, Then It Must Be Their Toys, Which They Handle In An Incredibly Off-hand Manner. Toys Are Thus The End Point In That Long Chain In Which All The Conditions Of Despotic High-handedness Are In Play Which Enchain Beings One To Another, From One Species To Another --cruel Divinities To Their Sacrificial Victims, From Masters To Slaves, From Adults To Children, And From Children To Their Objects.

There Are Only A Few Images That Are Not Forced To Provide Meaning, Or Have To Go Through The Filter Of A Specific Idea.