“I wish you would fucking stop calling me that. I hate that name.”
Lana Wachowski is back, and this time she isn’t pulling any fucking punches.
The Matrix Resurrections is everything I could have possibly dreamed of, and more. I dreaded the possibility that it would play up familiarity with the first film, and nearly ignore Reloaded and Revolutions. What we got couldn’t be further from that. Resurrections is a continuation of the greatest love story ever told, and a…