I finally saw “The Matrix Reloaded” yesterday. Despite being confused as all get-out (and I saw the first one twice), I enjoyed it, and I didn’t think I was going to, given what I’d already heard.

Sure, the rave scene was long and pointless, and the movie was clunky. But I was willing to sit back and just absorb everything. I can’t tell if the Wachowski brothers actually have a philosophical worldview or are just making it all up as they go along, but whatever; the philosophy, or the simulacrum of philosophy, made my brain happy. If artists have something intellectual or philosophical to say, I’m usually willing to let them mentally masturbate and spew all over my chest. It’s kind of like how Infinite Jest was a big fucking mess of a book but was still amazingly entertaining and beautiful.

A couple of things in the movie confused me. Um, okay. So, this is the sixth version of the Matrix? And Zion has been destroyed five times before? But Zion isn’t part of the Matrix. Zion is real. So, was the Architect saying that the Matrix itself is within a Matrix? I’m lost. And then I zoned out during the last few lines of dialogue, because I didn’t realize it was the end of the movie, so I barely caught what was said. And by that point I’d forgotten what the three different missions were.

Why do movies always seem so much longer than they actually are? When I looked at my watch at the end, it was half an hour earlier than I’d thought. The movie felt like two and a half hours. Do movies seem longer because they don’t have commercials? Or are movies just too long? Or do I just have a short attention span?

Oh, look, bunnies!