Call of The Matrix

Several months ago, I got the impulse to watch the movie, The Matrix

Yes, the one from 1999. I had never seen it. I didn’t know why, but it kept coming to mind. I’ve learned not to ignore these pings from my intuition, so I ordered  a copy from the library–you know, back when the library allowed you to borrow items via their inter-library loan program, that has since been suspended indefinitely … but I digress.

Once the movie arrived, I put it into the player and settled in. I got to the part where Neo’s body is found in the network of all the pods and he begins to wake up, to pull that tube out that is in his throat, and then I stopped. I didn’t want to watch anymore. I didn’t know why, but as I said, I trust my gut on these things. I ejected the movie and returned it. Keep reading

Movie Review: Richard Jewell

This is one of those movies that my husband wanted to see but I had no interest in it.

However, I have been working on broadening my horizons and doing things that I might not normally do, so I changed my mind and went with him.

This is the story of trial by media, which is ironic, because as far as I can tell, no one in the media is talking about this movie.

And they should be.

Three days after he is declared the hero for finding the bomb at the Atlanta Olympics and saving lives, he becomes the accused. Richard Jewell was a unique human being with a unique human being’s quirkiness, much of which gets turned into circumstantial evidence that was used by the FBI and the media to try to make the suspect fit the crime. The FBI had Richard Jewell, and like Greg Brady on that Johnny Bravo episode of The Brady Bunch, they desperately tried to make him ‘fit the suit’. Keep reading