TheFullFunky . (thefullfunky)

People are like metal. No, not the music--the nonrenewable resource! You see, metals bend when pressure is applied to them. They are malleable, and they are variable in how much they can be shaped. While some metals crumple like foil, others can take numerous artillery shots before they're dented. This means, depending on what is causing all of that bending, metals can range from being rather benign, or they can be twisted into something really pointy and fucking scary! How much bending can a person take before they're twisted into something only bad dreams are made of? As the Joker says, it could be constant, applied pressure, "like gravity. All it takes is a little...push!" Anyway. Then that means, just like metal, anybody can be bent and corrupted by the bending hands of circumstance. For some, those hands are blamed on fate; for others, it's the epic mistake they made. Everybody's potentially a monster, but nobody wants to believe that. Yet deep in their hearts, they know it's true. Evil is everywhere, and it seems to spawn from within us as though it were human nature itself. Hell, even Batman said it himself: "You either die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain." How the hell do you find hope in such a bleak message? Well, for starters, you could kill yourself, but that's the easy way out (and it also spoils the fun of life, imo). How about fighting the good fight? By believing there is hope. At least the belief that while black, dreadful things seem to emanate from out of our collected subconsciousness, there is always something good in there which manages to linger on for those that choose to persevere. But perseverance comes at a price. You can't fight a crusade without spilling some blood on your sword. Nobody's perfect, but they can keep moving on...even in a world where a hero is seemingly nothing more than a myth. Every few years, there comes a morality play which comes along and floors me, renewing my excitement in films once again while inspiring me to greater heights. To me, The Dark Knight, with its brilliantly-written story, is that kind of movie. This is the best movie I have seen in a long time. R.I.P. Heath Ledger.

What is the Matrix? Is it a commentary on black & white racial relations? A take on choosing a dangerously uncertain, but meaningful life over the mundane safety net of a normal life? A philosophical take on what it means to exist? A message of realizing one's true potential in the face of anxiety and fate? A movie full of Eastern philosophy? Or is it simply a superbly-directed action movie with impressive fights choreographed by Yuen Wo Ping? Only you can decide how deep the rabbit hole goes. You can't explain the Matrix. You have to see it for yourself.