While critics apparently loved the flick, it never became the boxoffice success of its little brother. I personally put the blame for that on not enough dakka. If you ask anyone about the Matrix, the scenes they'll probably describe to you involve a torrent of bullets and shit blowing up. Dark City was more psychological which is probably great for the film student sect, but not for the mass public as a whole. Reading about the movie again re-sparked my interest and so I snagged a copy and will probably get to watching it at some point.
So thoughts on super powers and hoards of dark shadowy figures in pursuit basically caused me to dream a very disturbing dream in which I had super powers. That no doubt seems like win all around, but my dream seemed to investigate the darker side of it. It almost became a parable featuring 'what a tangled web we weave' except instead of lying it was about using your abilities. Each use sparked a further use to fix or cover up the previous and on it rolled downhill becoming more and more unwieldy. Add to the fact that there were actually some menacing boogaboos around and I felt like I was dreaming a hollywood movie.
Things weren't all that much better upon waking. Drove around, threw up a ridiculous amount of stomach acid, went back to bed. Maybe I'll read up on a couple rom-coms before going to bed tonight and see if my luck is any better.