“The only thing we can perceive are our perceptions. In other words, consciousness is the matrix upon which the cosmos is apprehended. Color, sound, temperature, and the like exist only as perceptions in our head, not as absolute essences. In the broadest sense, we cannot be sure of an outside universe at all.”
This movie is proof Oshii can do kick ass live action. This released right after the Matrix, and it was Oshii’s response to how much the Matrix ripped off GITS. It’s more dieselpunk than cyberpunk, more STALKER than Deus Ex, with Russian gamers hacking into a secret level of a huge MMORPG wargame. If you do rent or buy this make sure to get the subtitled Polish version or the UK DVD because the US Miramax version dumbed down the translations and edited out some key dialog.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. You wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in Wonderland, and I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
INTP: What happens if I take both? Can I take both?
Morpheus: Both creates a powerful aphrodisiac.
INTP: Huh…you have any other colors? Now I’m just curious.
You have to understand the glitches happen all the time here. Not just to me. This particular occurrence happened nearly 20 years ago. I was relaxing with some bohemian friends of mine (and trying my best to hook up with a handsome painter within this particular group of people). We drank beers in the historical saloon then decided to walk around the town and appreciate the architecture. None of us were particularly intoxicated and it was a lovely summer night. Our journey took us to one of the many antique and beautiful underground alley systems in the town. We were all running as fast as we could, letting our laughter bounce off the bricks in a mysteriously acoustical phenomenon that made our noise sound like music when suddenly we ran into a dead end. The others turned back but the painter and I stole our first kiss in this strange and surprising place that felt full of magic and mystery. Afterwards we ran along the tunnels holding hands and laughing. A couple of months later he and I wanted to walk to the place where we had our first kiss but when we we got to the tunnel entrance, it was completely bricked up and it was obvious it had been for many years. One by one, the others that had been there that night tried to return, only to find the way was no longer there. They were as flummoxed as we were, then again, mysterious things like that happen a lot here.
Researchers rule out possibility new device will spell end of conventional pregnancy. “This system is potentially far superior to what hospitals can currently do for a 23-week-old baby born at the cusp of viability,” said Dr Alan Flake, director of the
Center for Fetal Research at the Children’s Hospital of Philadelphia.
Inside the device, the infant’s own heart circulates blood through the umbilical cord into an external gas-exchange machine taking the place of the mother’s placenta, while synthetic amniotic fluid enriched with nutrients flows in and out of the temperature-controlled, near-sterile “biobag”. No mechanical pump is used, because even gentle artificial pressure could fatally overload an underdeveloped heart.