This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
“She believed in me… it’s my turn to believe in her”
The opening shot is a reflection in a puddle: a mirror. In seconds it’s shattered by the stomping of bootsteps. The Matrix Resurrections isn’t just a look-back or a simple self-reflection, it’s something to look at in a new way, from different angles. I stand by that this is a perfect companion/pairing with Francis Ford Coppola’s Youth Without Youth, in the way that they’re both dense texts…