Gosh.
I couldn't get through the first three minutes without gagging on the cinematic melodrama.
Opening shot, interior: A giant abandoned cathedral, pan down to a woman in a horror-movie gauzy white gown lying on a stone slab, experiencing some gushy awakening experience for far too many seconds.
What the heck? This looks like some kind of pubescent vampire fantasy. I wonder if the special 'misunderstood' pretty people also 'sparkle'?
Skipped forward, stopping at several points...
A shot of over-dramatic young people talking about life. A shot of gushy dancer types prancing by in full body flutter costumes, cutting to over-dramatic young people talking about life again.
Hmm.
No. This looks like an extended perfume advertisement with more emphasis on put-on drama and fashion esthetics than anything solid and interesting. Who the heck made this flowery crap?
What? The Wachowski Bros. made this??? Good grief!
Phooey. I might need to grit my teeth and give this another try.
But I never much cared for their leather fetishism. Can't we face reality without also having to pretend we're in some neo-goth night club? That mood is something I've always associated with lavishly indulgent narcissistic nihilism, no more real or helpful or soul-strengthening than any other aspect of the Matrix theater fashion magazine dress-up "coolness" projected onto our world.
But, to be fair, I only saw about 4 minutes worth.
I couldn't get through the first three minutes without gagging on the cinematic melodrama.
Opening shot, interior: A giant abandoned cathedral, pan down to a woman in a horror-movie gauzy white gown lying on a stone slab, experiencing some gushy awakening experience for far too many seconds.
What the heck? This looks like some kind of pubescent vampire fantasy. I wonder if the special 'misunderstood' pretty people also 'sparkle'?
Skipped forward, stopping at several points...
A shot of over-dramatic young people talking about life. A shot of gushy dancer types prancing by in full body flutter costumes, cutting to over-dramatic young people talking about life again.
Hmm.
No. This looks like an extended perfume advertisement with more emphasis on put-on drama and fashion esthetics than anything solid and interesting. Who the heck made this flowery crap?
What? The Wachowski Bros. made this??? Good grief!
Phooey. I might need to grit my teeth and give this another try.
But I never much cared for their leather fetishism. Can't we face reality without also having to pretend we're in some neo-goth night club? That mood is something I've always associated with lavishly indulgent narcissistic nihilism, no more real or helpful or soul-strengthening than any other aspect of the Matrix theater fashion magazine dress-up "coolness" projected onto our world.
But, to be fair, I only saw about 4 minutes worth.