TThere is no need for a blue pill here. The Matrix Resurrections is, overall, an engaging and energetic film, and worthy of being on the same shelf as the groundbreaking 1999 original. Unlike the overwhelming previous entry, The Matrix Revolutions, he remembers this. mental interference. pseudo-intellectual chatter becomes boring on screen if it isn’t also fun. Fortunately, director Lana Wachowski, working separately from her sister Lilly for the first time, and her writing partners David Mitchell and Aleksandar Hemon, have included plenty of flashbacks. A rewatch is not absolutely necessary. But talking about the new one after seeing it is.
It’s game theory time
After an introduction to some new characters (who are somehow inside the first scene of The Matrix? Is that the Holodeck?) It’s not 1999 anymore, it’s 2021 , at least that’s what we think. Could this be the real basic reality, and not the story of Nebuchadnezzar and the One who frees Zion from The Architect and the Machines?
If that’s the case, then the Matrix trilogy as we know it was just an Anderson-created game series, and the particular feeling he has of the world around him is something he needs to work on. with his analyst, played by Neil Patrick Harris.
But the line between fiction and reality in Anderson’s life becomes even blurred at the same time as in the storyline of The Matrix Resurrections. In an extremely self-referential turn, Anderson is told he needs to make a sequel to his original Matrix trilogy, as the Warner Bros. corporate overlords are going to do so with or without his involvement. (This is essentially what happened to Wachowski in the strangest reality of all: Hollywood.)
It gets weirder when we see how Anderson based his soul mate Trinity on a girl he sees at his local cafe (called the Simulatte, ha ha ha), played by Carrie-Anne Moss, who also feels that something thing about the world is wrong. .
What is the Matrix, again?
Anderson’s insidious unease prompts him to create a “modal,” a small program that independently tries to get to the root of the fabric of existence. Two things happen: First, a program (played by Yahya Abdul-Mateen II) assumes the identity of Morpheus, Laurence Fishburne’s character from the original trilogy. (We’ll find out that the real Morpheus died some time ago, and it’s been a lot longer than the 20 years we think have passed.)
The other weird thing about this modal is that a hacker named Bugs (Jessica Henwick) from the “real world” (the world where Neo, Trinity, and Morpheus once fought for Zion) in some way or another. other (and don’t ask me how) gets into Anderson’s new modal.
It all makes sense, really. But the big question is, what exactly is this new Matrix that Anderson (and Moss’s “Tiffany”) find themselves in?
I think we’ll all need a second watch to figure this out, but the more interesting aspect is how Harris’s Analyst, serving essentially the same purpose as the architect of the original trilogy, found a way to shoot more power from the pod- sleeping humans tormenting them with what we in the Jewish faith call tsuri.
Heartaches, woes, and general bad vibes certainly seem all over the place lately, and Matrix Resurrections suggests it’s due to some malicious computer program pushing our psyche for some extra juice. What the analyst does not realize, of course, is that an even stronger force emerges when Neo and Trinity work together: the power of true love.
The new “bullet time”
When Anderson and his group of game developers craft their sequel, they realize there was something ineffable about the first Matrix. Yes, all the heavy metaphysics was part of it, but it looked cool too!
The new entry will have to find its ‘bullet time’, the effect of the 1999 film in which Neo arched back, the camera spun around, and time seemed to stand still. The analyst even mentions it when he torments Anderson / Neo for a moment of great peril, but nothing onscreen is showing up just yet.
The “shit, what do I see? The moment comes during the final chase, in which the new iteration of Agent Smith has the bodies plugged into the Matrix in an attempt to kill Neo and Trinity. Version 2.0 is called swarm mode, and this time anyone who sleeps or works in a high-rise building that towers above Trinity’s racing Ducati will suddenly have a strange look in their eyes and dive by. the window, becoming a human torpedo. This is one of the craziest visuals in all of the Matrix movies.
The matrix as a transgender allegory
During this montage of puzzle game developers, there is a quick dialogue about what the Matrix Trilogy really is. Somewhere in the mix of theories someone says these are transgender issues. (Lilly Wachowski did indeed discuss this explicitly last year.)
There’s a lot in the new entry that adds to that conversation. First off, the game Anderson is currently fighting (and dropping out of) is called Binary.
Then there’s the entire third act of the film, in which Neo and his gang attempt to save Trinity from her sleeping life as Tiffany, a bored married woman. She knows her real self is the one who teams up with Neo as a martial arts savvy badass, but it’s much easier to stay overwhelmed by the role the fake society has written for her. Neo points out that she will only be happy as Trinity if it is her choice, and she steps back, worried that she has been playing the role of Tiffany for so long that it is just too late.
This feeling – the feeling that it’s too late to make the transition – is a common problem for many trans people, so this exchange between Trinity and Neo will likely resonate. Much like Moss telling the stupid husband character (whose name is actually Chad) to stop calling her unnamed and calling her Trinity.
Finally, there’s the film’s final reveal, where it looks like in the New Matrix most of the special powers (like flying) have shifted from male Neo to female Trinity.
A movie as wild as The Matrix Resurrections has plenty of little treasures (a cruise through something called “Fetal Fields” is just one of them) but hits keep pouring in during the credits. As with Matrix 1999, the film ends with the song Wake Up by Rage Against the Machine, but this time it’s a cover with a singer.
The new version is from the band Brass Against, and if the name sounds familiar to you, it either means you like rock anthems with a sousaphone, or you remember the incident in mid-November in which the lead singer of the group, Sophia Urista, pulled down her pants, crouched over a fan and urinated on him during a performance. (Although the fan seemed to agree, the on-site concierge staff surely weren’t!) Of course, there’s no way Lana Wachowski could have predicted Brass Against’s current stream of notoriety, but this further proof that she still has the golden touch.