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At 2:08 AM -0400 on 10/24/00, Declan McCullagh wrote that Albert, "Gort"
Gore, Jr., (a robot who would destroy the world to save it :-)) told the
Rolling Stone:
I loved The Matrix.
Innumeracy is as innumeracy does, I guess. And, unlike another, and equally
fictional, moron with a better clue about how the world works, "Gort's"
liking the Keanu Reeves neo-Platonist adolescent-hacker power fantasy The
Matrix is paradoxically, but utterly, consistent with his currently-closet
Luddist Socialism.
For some reason, the very cartoon physics which made it popular was the
main thing which bugged me most about The Matrix, as it does in a lot of
other movies these days.
Ships and weaponry in movie or television space opera whoosh by, as if
there were really sound in space. To me, at least, that's just the tip of a
towering iceberg of modern scientific and mathematical ignorance. Just like
the premise of the movie itself, it might seem otherwise, but "The Matrix"
is actually a classic example of this kind of mental noise.
I understand the urge to make up something familiar to convey to the
audience a sense of speed, or size, or whatever, and, since most of us have
no direct experience of what things in space "sound" like anyway, movie
directors can get away with it at our expense. It certainly seems harmless
enough.
Nonetheless, this kind of lazy physical shorthand is exactly the wrong urge
in the face of our actual possession of so many actual *facts* about space
itself, or anything else in math and science. Facts that get misrepresented
all the time in the movies and on television, and which perpetuate our own
ignorance about them.
The result, especially in something proporting to be *science* fiction, is
nothing short of propaganda, when you think about it enough. Like Edward
Tufte's famous "Pravada charts" -- found frequently on the front page of
their famous eponym, charts containing no scale and just an arrow graphing
something, usually something immeasurable, up and to the right -- lots of
modern celluloid "science" fiction actually perpetuates the really awful
transfer-priced government educations most of us got the hands of the
modern nation-state.
To me, these misrepresentations of mathematics and science are exactly in
the same intellectual league as the statist, cheerfully communist,
paradises found in Star Trek, or Norman Spinrad, or Iain Banks' "Culture"
novels. All of which I watch and read anyway -- just like I've seen "The
Day the Earth Stood Still", containing Gort, a robot who would destroy the
world to save it -- but all of which are just as ignorant of economics as a
whooshing starship is of physics.
And, of course, it is our very mis-education at the hands of those very
Marx-inspired statists that causes us to demand, or at least accept, that
kind of thing from the people who sell us our entertainment in the first
place. The result works out rather nicely to keep us just as ignorant of
reality as Neo, The Matrix's Gen-Y protagonist, ever was. Of course, like
in the Matrix, where humans *couldn't* handle reality anyway, so they
deserved what they got, some would say we deserve our own modern ignorance,
preferring cartoon physics, and cartoon economics, to the real stuff.
So, even though The Matrix's very premise -- that life as we know it is
actually a Road-Runner cartoon in disguise, that because The Matrix *is*
pseudospace, that the rules of physics *didn't* apply, that it's actually
*okay* to have "physical cartoons" there, of all places -- even though that
premise is, paradoxically, consistent with my trashing of the prevailing
innumeracy and ignorance in movies and television somehow, all of that
still didn't keep the movie from really getting up my nose.
And, what I think finally did it for me wasn't the movie's depiction of the
pseudoreality of the matrix itself, really. It was watching The Matrix's
increasingly stupid Saturday-morning cartoon depiction of what "reality"
*really* was that eventually drove me up the wall and almost out of the
theater. Here we were, looking at the same old "revolutionary" neo-feudal
response to a thoroughly feudal ultimate-surveillance society living
*above* the sewers: Che Guevarra meets William Gibson, all depicted with
deliberately cheezier CGIs to make it more "real" than the Matrix itself.
Sheesh.
So, ultimately, I suspect that the real reason that the libertarians and
crypto-anarchists I like to hang out with on the net rave about The Matrix
so much is because Neo gets to blow away so many cops, and in such
exquisite detail. Quake with better graphics. And, like Quake, what would
normally be considered murder in the "real" world doesn't "matter" so much,
because the cops are not "real", not actual human beings. They're just
software.
Maybe, frankly, that's also why Albert, "Gort", Gore, Jr., a
died-in-the-hairshirt man-the-barracades
