Unwatchable. It really is.
Terrible. Absolutely terrible.
"Is this a joke?" is probably the most on-point critic's review I'd read prior, but you know me—I'm always game for a flick so I thought I'd give ol' Keanu the benefit of the doubt.
He was led astray. And this, ladies and gentlemen, is why we don't try to remake classics for a new generation.
The Matrix Resurrections is a cautionary tale.
If you haven't seen it, don't.
And if you have, my condolences; I got here as fast as I could.
I'm told sorbet is a wonderful palate cleanser, so eat sorbet for approximately one-quarter century and you just might be able to get the terrible taste out of your mouth. Might.
Unfortunately, there's nothing I can recommend for eye-burn, but should you wish to attempt removing this debacle from your memory bank altogether, we'll have to wipe you to zero—including that beloved kung fu program.
Sorry, I don't make the rules; that's just how it works.
