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The Matrix Resurrections
To find out if his reality is a physical or mental construct, Mr. Anderson, aka Neo, will have to choose to follow the white rabbit once more. If he's learned anything, it's that choice, while an illusion, is still the only way out of -- or into -- the Matrix. Neo already knows what he has to...
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Fresh:
Bloody Disgusting
Thanks to an endearing and entertaining reunion with old friends and new ones, the two-and-a-half-hour runtime breezes by. While it relies heavily on the past, it’s more interested in examining it from a current, lived-in perspective. It makes for a new entry guaranteed to polarize. This isn’t the Matrix that we met just over twenty years ago, but a modern update that builds on its legacy with surprising and often funny tenderness. Whether you’re willing to follow the white rabbit and take the red pill this round will depend on how much you find comfort in Neo and Trinity and their enduring love story.
EW
But Resurrections does eclipse its predecessors for full-on, kick-you-in-the-heart romance: Reeves and Moss, comfortable with silences, lean into an adult intimacy, so rare in blockbusters, that's more thrilling than any roof jump (though those are pretty terrific too). Their motorbiking through an exploding city, one of them clutching the other, could be the most defiantly sexy scene of a young year. B+
Vanity Fair
Wachowski realigns the hierarchy of her characters with triumphant defiance, asserting herself as the master of this world, as the one who gets to set its terms and invite in its desired audience of fellow positive-thinkers.
Rotten:
Guardian
This is a heavy-footed reboot which doesn't offer a compelling reason for its existence other than to gouge a fourth income stream from Matrix fans
Roger Ebert
A reboot with some striking philosophical flourishes, and grandiose set-pieces where things go boom in slow motion, but it is also the weakest and most compromised Matrix film yet.
Daily Beast
Devoid of its trademark style, action and depth, it's a pointless follow-up that falls back on cheeky self-referentiality in order to justify its existence.