is his mother's face when she sees that you've talked him through The Matrix and that he loves it--gets it even--at five. Not ten minutes into the film he said to me: "I love Neo."
Now I'd like to say that he has no idea what he loves, but that would reveal the small person I'm prone to become when I'm around him. I should say he knows what's loveable but not what's dangerous in loving. The violence? Oh, the violence this son will let roll off--he's never been interested in warfare or kills or tyranny. No. All I said was that Neo was to become a hero, a superhero, and he knew exactly how to feel. A little shaken, full of love, knowing, hoping: there is a savior.
We will be saved or else fucked, right?
"I love Neo."
Christ.
