If Spider-Man: No Way Home is the poison, this is its antidote.
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Slant Magazine
Keith Uhlich
Where the love story was a means-to-an-end afterthought in the first Matrix, it’s now the crux of the tale, and the emotional undercurrents are so intoxicating that it more than makes up for the relative inelegance of the action scenes.
As any good therapist will tell you, you can't embrace the future without coming to terms with your past. Resurrections is very, very conscious of this.
If we absolutely must have another “Matrix” movie, if we can’t just let it be, then let it be this weird one. Let it be a film with an existential crisis. Let it be a film that’s half a nostalgia cash-in and half a biopic about a filmmaker who’s forced to make a nostalgia cash-in.