I regret not seeing High Life in theatre as it seems to be one of those films that can evoke deep, meaningful emotions - even though you don't understand where they are coming from or what they mean - if and only if you watch in a setting that allows for an absorptive, meditative state of mind. My chair, my appartment, my home environment and their ubiquitous distractions unfortunatly don't allow for viewings with that kind of perseptiveness.
While admiring the many ideas that went into The Matrix Resurrections, I mostly disliked the final product and the ways Lana Wachowski chose to transport those visions; with the snarky, loud and mostly loud meta critique leading the way. Naturally fittingly each dreadful aspect, every cheap and obscenely distasteful decisions can be projected onto this criticism. For my taste Lana Wachowski fails miserably criticising the soullessness by incorporating it perfectly