A review of “Matrix Revolutions” by Jeanne Aufmuth


Stars: * 1/2

Rating: R for violence and mild sexuality

Run Time: 2 hours, 9 minutes



Ladies and gentlemen, Neo has left the building. That’s where we pick up with “Revolutions”, part three of the “Matrix” series and by far its least compelling.

Neo (Keanu Reeves) takes another giant step for mankind in his quest for the truth that began with “The Matrix”.  Now Neo is between two worlds, at the mercy of a system of control invented by the architects of the Matrix. 

Only hardcore fans will delight at the surface slick to which the brothers Wachowski have succumbed to conclude their philosophical opus.  While the ass-kicking Trinity (Carrie-Anne Moss) moons over Neo’s suspended state of animation, the Zion military courageously battles back the Sentinel invasion as scores of Machines push through their fortress-like stronghold. 

The fighting ships and mechanized robots are all too reminiscent of a “Star Wars” encounter, with little to connect them to the groovy universe created by the original.  Points for intensity, but I’ve seen it before. Even the film’s costumers seem to have lost their way, dolling up their characters in Mapplethorpe grunge to skirmish with their demons.

The bar has been raised too high by the Wachowskis themselves, forcing them to relentlessly repeat their ground-breaking fight technology and mano-a-mano battles between Mr. Smith (Hugo Weaving) and the invincible Neo.  The grand climax (a rain-soaked noir piece) is vastly disappointing, a virtual boxing match between good and evil whose bloated “cataclysmic confrontation” left me deflated.

Performances are rote at best.  Moss and Reeves seem tapped out by their roles; their “love” is perfunctory and hackneyed.  Ultra-smooth Laurence Fishburne offers up little dialogue and even less action, leaving the smarmy Weaving to carry the cinematic energy as the personification of evil

“Everything that has a beginning has an end”. I certainly hope so.