The Matrix Resurrections

The Matrix Resurrections

how can you go back and retread something like the matrix, something so powerful and ubiquitous as a creative force, so woven into the texture of pop culture, so warped and perverted by those who willfully misunderstand the text and who created it, without indulging on the very nostalgia that the creators so clearly revile? it’s almost impossible, but i think this is the way to do it if you’re going to. a film that is not only “meta,” or whatever, but is constantly interrogating its own existence as if it’s grown a conscious of its own. as if it’s tormented that it’s been brought to life like frankenstein’s monster. what if the media that we poisoned with the comfort of remembering and recognizing grew sentient, reached out and asked us to question why we feel so complacent to accept such comforts; why we’ve become so repulsed by sentimentality yet struggle to open ourselves up to anything new. maybe things were better then, but, well, we can’t go back. and so we won’t.

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