I can't argue that those people aren't out there, but my dislike of The Matrix has nothing to do with being special or feeling smarter than everybody. I hate it because it spends what feels like three hours of its 136-minute runtime (take that, math!) explaining what you'd think is a pretty simple concept. Morpheus is using Alice in Wonderland metaphors and walking Neo through all these different virtual environments while talking, talking, talking like this concept is so hard to grasp that you need to come at it from all these different angles.
"Actually, the real world you lived in was a virtual reality simulation. If you know that world is fake, and really really believe it, you can do anything you want and be a wizard." There. Now you can skip to the part where you can do magic instead of running out of time and doing only like one magic thing.
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Have the people living in the Matrix not heard of virtual reality? Did the machines kill their William Gibsons and the guy who invented the Virtual Boy headset before they could blow the lid off this thing? Fine, just say the real world is a "shared dream." Seems like they should know what dreams are. And MORPHEUS STOP LOOKING AT ME AFTER YOU EXPLAIN EVERYTHING AND ASKING ME IF I GET IT OR IF I NEED YOU GO SLOWER.
Bottom line, I feel like the movie is personally, directly talking down to me, as an individual, and I want to fight it, mano a mano. Before now, I've barely even brought this up to any other people, because I don't care about impressing them with my edginess or whatever. This is between me and that damn movie.
You want to go, Matrix? LET'S GO. I'm ready any time.