What's the number one killer of movies? A bad script? Bad acting? Michael Bay? No. Over-hyping it. When you merchandise the hell out of a film and show it all over the place 24-7, you start to get really sick of it, and...
Believe it or not, The Nostalgia Critic doesn't like The Matrix. Not just the sequels, he doesn't like the originals. But when confronted by Agent Shmuck, representative of the fanbase, the Critic decides he might as well share with the world his true feelings on the overrated but innovative 1999 sci-fi thriller.
Matrix Month continues as the Critic looks at Japan's answer to the franchise: a series of beautifully, but bizarrely animated stories devoid of emotion, reason and rationale...just like The Matrix itself.
Because the Matrix made a ton of money, the studio naturally commissioned a sequel, and because this is Matrix Month, the Nostalgia Critic looks at Matrix Reloaded. He finds it has too much action, too many needless fighting scenes, forced romances and very lazy writing. Meanwhile, Malcolmus and Tamity help the Critic outwit Agent Shmuck.
Matrix Month wraps up with what is mercifully the final Matrix movie. It goes through the motions of pointless action and endless, pointless speeches from the main characters. Agent Shmuck brainwashes Malcolmus and Tamity and forces a reluctant Critic to finish his review, and when he does, he makes a deep, almost mind-boggling discovery about the Matrix series and its value to moviegoers everywhere.
The Critic investigates the controversy around Tom and Jerry possibly committing suicide in their final Hanna-Barbera cartoon. He explores the flexible reality of their world, the continuity of each cartoon, and the fact that modern-day audiences have grown far too sensitive.
The time has come for the Nostalgia Critic to tackle a chick flick. Which one? Mamma Mia. Oh yeah, he went there. This 2008 musical displays every lazy chick flick cliché in the book, and fails at every one of them. So the Critic takes a stand for women everywhere by shaming this awful movie and proving what it really is: the anti-chick flick.
What's the number one killer of movies? A bad script? Bad acting? Michael Bay? No. Over-hyping it. When you merchandise the hell out of a film and show it all over the place 24-7, you start to get really sick of it, and even start to hate it a little. How do our favorite films go from being cherished treasures to over-hyped, blown up anomalies? Don't worry, the Nostalgia Critic will get to the bottom of this.