When the country all had to convert to digital broadcast, my house didn’t. We only used the tv portion of the tv to watch storms roll in on the weather radar in the summer. So, instead of upgrading the tv we invested in better surge protectors and a UPS for the computers. Now, during bad weather, we can watch the radar on the computers. And we don’t have any broadcast.
I don’t miss it.
I mean, I kind of miss it right this moment, because Dan Faust has been twittering about watching Leverage. But I’ll watch the episode tomorrow evening on my computer. I never watched tv shows when they aired anyway — I have kids, I always watched broadcast shows on dvd, on pirated download, or now I watch on legal streaming sites. I never had cable or satellite, I never had Tivo or any or recording.
I’m watching, right now, The Matrix. Re-watching, obviously. I’ve seen it a ton of times before. But Heroine Content just had a series of posts about the franchise, in honor of the tenth anniversary. Wow. Ten years. Yeesh.
I loved this first movie. I liked the second two, differently. I never cared much about the whole “is anything really real” idea of the story — the Brain in a Jar philosophical conundrum doesn’t grab me. I answer with a shrug — I think I act how I act, and I find out later what was real, or I never do. I can’t control it so it doesn’t bother me. But I loved the characters. Loved them. I loved the City underground, I loved the way the fighters made their avatars look in the matrix, I loved the chutzpah of geeks fighting to save the world. I loved the design of the movie, the contrasts between the matrix and reality. I loved the sheer generic-ness of the matrix urban environment, all cities and none. I loved the color palette and I loved with a burning love the soundtrack.
Forty minutes in, I still like this movie. I can still quote the lines. And I still cackle with glee and delight at the effects.