Aye, there's the rub

I just watched The Matrix tonight for probably the 15th time. I'm not obsessive about the movie, but I never pass up the chance to watch it, so I'm racking up quite a few Matrix-hours, if you will.

My conclusion after this go-around is that The Matrix, as a film, really opened the door for captivating, insightful, intellectual, stylish and well-crafted speculative fiction to be made in a Hollywood to accustomed to churning out inane, illogical, testerone-fueled belches of the génre.

The trouble is, I don't think anything really went through the door. It's just standing there, open.

Oh well.