The Matrix Resurrections Is The Film Matrix Die Hards Yearned For

Woah, we’re going to need guns, lots of guns

Alexander Razin

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Image by Warner Brothers and Village Roadshow Pictures.

You did it, Lana Wachowski. You made the movie every devotee of Matrix fan-fiction has cared for. They now have a fan narrative that is a canonized sequel to the gothic-punk future of The Matrix.

Welcome to the Matrix Resurrections in the year of our lord Neo 2XXX. Sixty years have passed since Neo saved lives from The Matrix—creating peace among the androids who keep humans in pods—to the individuals dwelling outside the program. Yet, our beloved savior is back in the Matrix as a video game developer in a mental slum.

Mr. Thomas Anderson plays the silent but deadly Keanu Reeves. Mr. Anderson keeps having visions, and those conceptions invite him to create the beloved sci-fi action shooter: The Matrix. While making the game, Thomas Anderson battles chronic depression, schizophrenia, and specters who keep offering him red pills.

Take the pill, you bastard. Image by Warner Brothers and Village Roadshow Pictures.

Yet, it’s what his therapists want him to believe. Doogie Howser himself (Neil Patrick Harris); plays the responsible therapist who wants what’s best for Neo. He changes his mind when Neo discovers himself; turning Neil Patrick Harris into a villain from a cartoon.

Harris, within moments, can create swarms of Matrix bystanders to fight and chase after our fellow protagonist. I like how his mindless henchman gets granted the power of martial arts when they hunt him down. Hey, it’s only in the Matrix, baby.

With Neo disillusioned by his past and the circumstances he encounters, The Matrix Resurrections played out like a fan-fiction. Every element that Matrix zealots would add is here: hunky versions of Morpheus and Smith and the meta-jokes about the Matrix being a video game.

It’s damn near clever for the writers (I’m sorry, the story Lana Wachowski borrowed from the internet); doesn’t mind breaking multiple walls between the viewer and film. Resurrections went past the fourth wall to the sixth wall.

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Alexander Razin

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