Last night Gary said, “What movie do you want to watch?”
I answered, “I picked the last one.” (Being the Ricardo’s, excellent, needed some more eyebrow pencil for her and Spanx for him.) “What do you want to watch?”
“The Matrix Resurrections,” he said.
“Oh god, no. I hate those movies. They make no sense.”
He wore me down, and people, they wrote this new Matrix movie for me. Me, and everyone else who hates the Matrix movies. No only does it make sense on its own, I feel if I went back and watched all the old Matrix movies that they might make sense now too.
Cunning and clever and clear. Add to that all the Binary/The One/Gender subtext, and I can recommend it.