The Matrix Resurrections

"A movie that is in direct conversation with itself and what came before, and while the routes it takes to get there are sledgehammer blunt at times, the points it raises are wild."

So inside itself that it doesnt exhibit any actual interest in humanity.

None of the head-spinning revelations of the first...here's the thing: The Matrix really is a standalone film.

A personal vision writ extremely large, with a still-singular graphic splendor and juicy themes of identity, consent, and the limits of conspiratorial thinking.

I enjoyed thinking of this film more as a form of media criticism than I enjoyed watching it as a movie.

It honors the legacy, but it feels more mature and lived-in.

A tetralogy was not achieved. The Trilogy remains intact.

The Matrix Resurrections is the biggest, gayest, and campiest tentpole movie in years! It has action, it has gays, it has leather, it has latex, and its all done with its over-the-top tongue fully in cheek!

Rename this film to: Why Lana didn't want make a sequel but didn't want anyone else to do it for fear the original trans allegory would be completely erased from the legacy of the Matrix franchise and it turned into a cis male bullet time p0rno.

The Matrix Resurrections is one of the most ambitious and self-referential blockbusters you're likely to see, but it isn't anywhere near as clever as it thinks it is.