TheMatrix Resurrectionsushers us back into the false and hollow reality that is the Matrix. It's been 18 years since we've entered the virtual dystopia. And the last time we were thrust into its oppressive confines, the results were less than stellar.
1999's original two sequels sort of divided general audiences. The visuals and exceptional stunts were still there, but the message was lost in translation.
As for TheMatrix Resurrections, it is not the hit the first one was, but it's certainly not the other two either. It goes back more to the basics, centering the story around the inextricable bond between Neo (Keanu Reeves) and Trinity (Carrie-Anne Moss).
This, of course, is surrounded by biting and often effective musings about the state of studio cinema, the emergent dangers of the online landscape, and the penchant for too many among us to never question the evils they are being spoon fed.
Twenty-two years on, it turns out, not much has changed for the better. And though Lana Wachowski's message has shifted to recognize its inspirations own metamorphosis, there still isn't all that much new here.
The fight choreography—fun in spurts—lags behind its predecessors and the overall conceit can never match the highs of when it first debuted.
Yet despite its flaws, The Matrix Resurrections is still a trip down the (white) rabbit hole well worth taking. There just aren't many $190 million movies willing to defy audience expectations and be as unabashedly forward as this film is.