‘The Matrix Resurrections’ Misses the Mark

Those who read my articles already know that my day job allows me to work from New York City once a month! While I’m in the concrete jungle, I always ride the subway, not for travel purposes, but on the slight chance I’ll run into the icon and babe fest that is Keanu Reeves. I saw somewhere he likes the subway! Anyway, I love Keanu, and I’m a mega-fan of The Matrix trilogy. The Matrix movies redefined sci-fi movies as a whole, and the world hasn’t recovered from it. Needless to say, I was hyped up on Mountain Dew for this movie. I gathered my entire family to watch it; I even had my brother drive in from out of town. But in the words of my brother, “This movie was not made for the original fans of The Matrix; it was made for all the Netflix kids!” He’s not wrong. 

To add insult to injury, original characters were unveiled without care or precision during the fourth installment of this film, with no fundamental understanding of why they were there and what their purpose was. Then you had those roles like Jada Pinkett Smith that came back without a swing, and to be honest, should have been recast. In a nutshell, the cast felt thrown together. It felt like a few Hollywood friends got together for dinner, drank too much wine, and said, “We should remake The Matrix, but make it bad this time!” I’m sure other people out there will love it, but I did not. I’m sure somewhere out there in the interwebs, someone will say it was innovative and a gem for this generation to make its own. But it’s not theirs, it’s mine, and the rest of the forty-somethings that wore leather in the late 90’s and early 2000’s and eventually named their kids Neo & Trinity. It is what it is, fam.

One day, when my subway ride eventually leads me to Keanu, I will tell him how much I love him as a human and that if he ever tries to remake Speed I will publicly break up with him in the subway.