The Matrix is not quite that easy a target when it comes to nailing what's fundamentally wrong with it. A lot of critics who actually read and like cyberpunk mistook this for a cyberpunk movie and exulted that at last Gibson's and Sterling's vision had made it to the big screen. They're missing what Sterling praised most about Gibson's writing: Gibson went to the trouble of fleshing out vivid, believable, original futures, instead of taking the old post-apocalyptic copout. The writers of this movie did the opposite.
One of the Turner networks just got done with a 3-day-in-a-row The Matrix orgy. After at least one airing, they (logically enough) showed Johnny Mnemonic, the other pseudo-cyberpunk Keanu Reeves vehicle, supposedly an actual adaptation (as opposed to a ripoff) of a Gibson story. I tried to watch it. I really did. I'll just say that in the 15 or 20 minutes I managed to watch before seizing a bottle of Jim Beam and bludgeoning myself with it, I couldn't detect any trace of the original story. Watching those two movies in a row was like watching Gibson get robbed and ass-raped, in that order.
I don't think anything approaching the cyberpunk vision has made it to the screen since maybe Robocop, and even that movie wasn't quite true to the aesthetic, what with the added layer of Grand Guignol. Anyhow, you have to read books to to see what a travesty the Reeves movies really are, and I'm afraid most "science fiction fans" don't read much anymore. They watch TV, anime videos, and movies.
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