In my ongoing effort to understand the appeal of The Matrix, I read a couple of books about the movie. I watched the movie several times. It's pretty good. It's cool, it's reactionary, it's symbolic. But I still didn't really get it, y'know? I read quite a lot about Socrates, messiahs, psychotropic meds, and maximal simulations - not to mention leather catsuits - before realizing that The Truth (is that the red pill or the blue? I have a hard time remembering.) was staring me in the face all along. So here it is. The Truth about the Matrix.
The Matrix doesn't owe as much to the persecution of Socrates or to the Passion of Christ as it does to Fraggle Rock.
I'm serious. The workshop that Doc tinkered around in is the Matrix. The underground kingdom of the Fraggles and the aboveground garden of the Gorgs are the reality. One of the Fraggles - Gobo, I think - is plugged into the Matrix (in a good way), and Doc's dog Sprocket is somehow aware of reality from inside the Matrix, like Morpheus. In the finale, Doc clues in and is finally able to confirm his suspicions that reality lurks within his walls. Then, he can interact with those outside the Matrix (Fraggles). The Oracle is, of course, Madame Trash heap.
I don't really believe that much of this will stand up to scrutiny, so I encourage you not to scrutinize it at all. That would just be sad, sadder than me reading books about a Keanu Reeves movie.
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2 comments:
I like your theory best. I never "got it" either, to be honest with you.
Finally, someone else. I came to this exact same conclusion after the first film came out. Bearing in mind this was after an evening of...social enhancement...and watching Fraggle Rock videos and giggling at Sprocket. It was met with derision of course, as was my theory that Fraggle Rock in turn was an allegory for Vietnam so I didn't do myself any favours on the credibility front.
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