I don't know what I expected from the new #Matrix movie but it surely wasn't this. I've seen the original trilogy dozens of times (and rewatched it once more just before this), always enjoyed the sequels too, and wrote a thesis (back in school) on the philosophy of/in the series.
So to say my expectations were high is an understatement. While I think I mostly get #MatrixResurrections and don't disagree with it, it was just really not what I hoped for in a continuation. Which might be exactly the point, but that's just a little too meta for me currently.
That this of all movies can be (legally) streamed on its theatrical release is hilarious, though. I remember when streaming was hailed as the great liberation from the big bad studio system responsible for sequels an focus-grouped trash, and now look where we are today. Sigh.
Something died in me with the #Lucasfilm sale to Disney, to the point where I now often can't enjoy popular things anymore. "Consuming art/media" just feels like taking the blue pill all the time now. Reminds me of this depressing Wired headline from 2015: wired.com/2015/11/buildi…
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So, "quick" update after another week. Sadly things haven't quite settled down yet, my dad is currently in the hospital for monitoring over the weekend after he lost consciousness and fell out of his bed in the nursing home yesterday.
But first things first, as I said last Saturday me and a friend went to his apartment in Munich and I brought home two large boxes filled with folders and loose documents, basically every piece of paper I could find. That was already immensely helpful several times this week.
I also met the neighbors who took care of him, absolutely lovely people. They said they'd want to visit him after his quarantine is over, genuinely caring and being worried for him. (And making me feel like a horrible person for having less of a relationship to my dad than them.)
Sunday was my dad's 63rd birthday. Today my brother and I had to put him in a nursing home, after what was probably the hardest and most emotionally draining week of my life. I'm already forgetting details, so I want to document it before it's too late. This will be fairly long…
For almost a decade now he has lived with a fairly untreatable brain tumor causing loss of motor function for most of his (upper) right body and huge impediments to his ability to speak. Apparently he knows exactly what he wants to say, but he can't put it into actual words.
During those past ten years he has had better and worse days, and for the most part was able to still live his life on his own. He lived alone in Munich, about 150km from where both me and my brother live. Went shopping alone, went to his doctors, visited our grandma by train.