Neo and Trinity: Twin Flames?
The Matrix: Resurrections showcases Sense8 actors for a constant awareness of 3rd wall
I took myself to the theater today for the first time in over a year, maybe two years.
I did not buy popcorn, because my local theater had issues with poor food service well before the pandemic, and I had eaten already.
I thought I would be the only one there, and even took a picture of my own feet in front of an empty room in case it was a private showing.
But a few more people straggled in for a grand total of five viewers.
As a fan of the Matrix, Keanu, Sense8, and the Wachowski sisters, I had to see The Matrix: Resurrections. I managed not to read the reviews ahead of time but had picked up on a general sense of disappointment or let-down.
My expectations were low enough that I figured at worst I’d get a bit of a nap. I was tired before it even started. **
Here we go:
Did it hit the major points I loved about the original?
Yes. Not easy to balance a new iteration with a need to keep viewers appeased, but I thought it worked.
Was it a bit of a drag?
That’s tricky, because it channels normal human angst about aging, and expectations, and of just not…
