The stuff inbetween the lines is what I liked best about Matrix, and the sequels subsequently ruined it. It could be my days of playing Shadowrun, but I love the idea of a ragtag group of more-powerful-than normal rebels fighting against and blank and corporate entity that is nearly omniscient.

It was like they took a hacker asthetic, of the misfits fighting the system, and gave it a hollywood polish. Neo should have been a 240 pound pasty guy with an acne problem and hard drives full of porn.

(Remember the scene in the beginning, when someone comes by and buys something from Neo on a disk? What could that have been but really kinky porn!)