*The Matrix* Is Nothing Without Its Sequels--Nothing!

As the founding document of our present hypermodern unreality, it'll always be, 20 years after its release or 200, fair game for chat. Over medium-rare steaks that may or may not be 1s and 0s, guests happily quote the Oracle ("Take a cookie"), defend Keanu's acting, quote Agent Smith ("It's the smell!"), rehash Baudrillardian basics, and convince each other that there is no soup spoon (but pass the soup). Then the inevitable moment comes, and it is not fine. Some dweeby gasbag in attendance--picture him now; he may very well be you--gathers up the requisite oxygen to declare, with huffing sense of purpose and in sweaty anticipation of back slaps and applause: "Those sequels sure did suck, though!" Dammit, there goes the buzz.