The Matrix is the greatest movie ever compiled.
There’s plenty to say about movies, so I’ll offer only a short diversion to the subject of personality. The film The Matrix was a representation of the “schizotypal state”– accepting reality and the boring march of time while simultaneously allowing for “magic” (possibilities) to occur in the right circumstances. It wasn’t about “reality isn’t real” but an interpretation of identity diffusion from the perspective of The One. “Since I’m not complete, the world isn’t complete.”
The way the movie was made parallels the way identity is made. Homage/callbacks/allusions/plagiarism, to varying degrees at varying times. Sometimes the “copy” is deliberately obvious (e.g. the checkerboard floor in Dark City and The Matrix) and other people are expected to understand where it came from, because it saves the person the more difficult work of having to convey that meaning from scratch; other times it’s for internal use only, to remind you of your character and story. Everything is a remix, including people.
Also worth repeating: The Matrix is a great movie but a poor expression of Baudrillard’s philosophy. The Matrix is quite straightforward, there’s no confusion, no paradox: you’re either in the Matrix, or you’re in the real world. You may not know you’re in the Matrix, but that doesn’t change the fact that you are or are not in it.
A true Baudrillard Matrix would be a single world that became so fake that you no longer needed the original. The whole world becomes a fake; there is no recourse to the real world. You’ll know it happened when you look at a copy of something, the original of which you have no actual knowledge, and say, “oh, that’s so authentic.”