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ladymoonray ... I've spent the last couple of days being quite active apart from when I've been spamming LJ -- swimming, walking, yoga etc -- & am gradually recovering from the desk job. After today's swim I headed back to Docklands (where a cinema ticket is £6 and the crowds are thin, and there's no traffic) for dinner / cinema with ladymoonray. She'd discovered a Carluccio's and needed to corrupt me. This was easily achieved (chocolate gloop very addictive), and I was also very, very pleased to hear the origin of 'wow!'.
Whilst under the influence we decided to see The Matrix Reloaded, already at the top of my 'should see' film list. I liked it very much, though I suspect my memories of The Matrix are patchier than I thought: couldn't remember most characters at all. But the wirework! the cinematography! the 'Zen 101' philosophy!
This appealed to the part of me that gets a visual kick from early cyberpunk novels. The Matrix, as metaphor, is way closer to the cyberspace of Gibson's Neuromancer than anything else I've seen (including the Johnny Mnemonic film) -- right down to the cultural smorgasbord from which the virtual environments were picked. And, oooh yes, all that fancy ice.
Which would make Trinity the equivalent of Molly Millions, though I find her curiously vulnerable solemnity more humanising than Molly's occasional flashes of sentiment. Also, Trinity has such a way with people who call her "li'l lady".
And Agent Smith. Deklightful as ever. And enough for everyone to have their own personal Hugo Weaving ...
Walking back to the DLR afterwards, whileladymoonray read my mind word for word stoppit!!! making my brain itch!, the sky was a glorious indigo with silver crescent moon, a smattering of stars, and the white/clear glass of the towers reflecting the last of the sunset, and glowing like an illustration in an interior design catalogue. Was especially taken with the little red top-lights on the cranes hunched over one unfinished monolith. The emptiness and the weird twilight, the white lights and the space around the Canary Wharf complex (hardly any tall buildings between there and the City) .. it was like living in the twenty-first century. ... Ah.
ladymoonray ... I've spent the last couple of days being quite active apart from when I've been spamming LJ -- swimming, walking, yoga etc -- & am gradually recovering from the desk job. After today's swim I headed back to Docklands (where a cinema ticket is £6 and the crowds are thin, and there's no traffic) for dinner / cinema with ladymoonray. She'd discovered a Carluccio's and needed to corrupt me. This was easily achieved (chocolate gloop very addictive), and I was also very, very pleased to hear the origin of 'wow!'. Whilst under the influence we decided to see The Matrix Reloaded, already at the top of my 'should see' film list. I liked it very much, though I suspect my memories of The Matrix are patchier than I thought: couldn't remember most characters at all. But the wirework! the cinematography! the 'Zen 101' philosophy!
This appealed to the part of me that gets a visual kick from early cyberpunk novels. The Matrix, as metaphor, is way closer to the cyberspace of Gibson's Neuromancer than anything else I've seen (including the Johnny Mnemonic film) -- right down to the cultural smorgasbord from which the virtual environments were picked. And, oooh yes, all that fancy ice.
Which would make Trinity the equivalent of Molly Millions, though I find her curiously vulnerable solemnity more humanising than Molly's occasional flashes of sentiment. Also, Trinity has such a way with people who call her "li'l lady".
And Agent Smith. Deklightful as ever. And enough for everyone to have their own personal Hugo Weaving ...
Walking back to the DLR afterwards, while
ladymoonray read my mind word for word stoppit!!! making my brain itch!, the sky was a glorious indigo with silver crescent moon, a smattering of stars, and the white/clear glass of the towers reflecting the last of the sunset, and glowing like an illustration in an interior design catalogue. Was especially taken with the little red top-lights on the cranes hunched over one unfinished monolith. The emptiness and the weird twilight, the white lights and the space around the Canary Wharf complex (hardly any tall buildings between there and the City) .. it was like living in the twenty-first century. ... Ah.
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Date: Saturday, June 7th, 2003 08:23 am (UTC)C21? I know. But where's my bloody aircar, eh? Eh?
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Date: Saturday, June 7th, 2003 01:28 pm (UTC)Plus ça change ...
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Date: Tuesday, June 10th, 2003 05:08 am (UTC)If they existed, I couldn't afford one.