More than 13 years later! The Matrix is undoubtedly still is the best Tech Movie of the decade, and our Editors pick as the Tech Movie of the year.
Forget the Blazing guns and the stunning stances, that’s not what the movie is all about. I watched this movie while i was in High school ( form four) and it took me exactly 62 consecutive days to learn something new from the single movie.
Yes this was over 2 months and if you saw it less than 3 months i bet you know not much from the movie.
Even today, i still say “oh yes now i see”
Here is the 1st part of the script
Note: All profanity has been astericked (*) to eliminate any offensive language, but still communicate the original intent of the writers.)
FADE IN ON:
So close it has no boundaries.
A blinking cursor pulses in the electric darkness like a heart coursing with phosphorous light, burning beneath the derma of black-neon glass.
A PHONE begins to RING, we hear it as though we were making the call. The cursor continues to throb, relentlessly patient, until —
MAN (V.O.): Hello?
Data now slashes across the screen, information flashing faster than we read.
SCREEN: Call trans opt: received. 2-19-96 13:24:18 REC:Log>
WOMAN (V.O.): I’m inside. Anything to report?
We listen to the phone conversation as though we were on a third line. The man’s name is CYPHER. The woman, TRINITY.
CYPHER (V.O.): Let’s see. Target left work at 5:01 PM.
SCREEN Trace program: running.
The entire screen fills with racing columns of numbers. Shimmering like green-electric rivets, they rush at a 10-digit phone number in the top corner.
CYPHER (V.O.): He caught the northbound Howard line. Got off at Sheridan. Stopped at 7-11. Purchased six-pack of beer and a box of Captain Crunch. Returned home.
The area code is identified. The first three numbers suddenly fixed, leaving only seven flowing columns.
We begin MOVING TOWARD the screen, CLOSING IN as each digit is matched, one by one, snapping into place like the wheels of a slot machine.
TRINITY (V.O.): All right, you’re relieved. Use the usual exit.
CYPHER (V.O.): Do you know when we’re going to make contact?
TRINITY (V.O.): Soon.
Only two thin digits left.
CYPHER (V.O.): Just between you and me, you don’t believe it, do you? You don’t believe this guy is the one?
TRINITY (V.O.): I think Morpheus believes he is.
CYPHER (V.O.): I know. But what about you?
TRINITY (V.O.): think Morpheus knows things that I don’t.
CYPHER (V.O.): Yeah, but if he’s wrong —
The final number pops into place —
TRINITY (V.O.): Did you hear that?
CYPHER (V.O.): Hear what?
SCREEN Trace complete. Call origin: #312-555-0690
TRINITY (V.O.): Are you sure this line is clean?
CYPHER (V.O.): Yeah, course I’m sure.
We MOVE STILL CLOSER, the ELECTRIC HUM of the green numbers GROWING INTO an OMINOUS ROAR.
TRINITY (V.O.): I better go.
CYPHER (V.O.): Yeah. Right. See you on the other side.