The cunning narrative arc of Resurrections is one of renewal in the face of rebooting. The film is well and winkingly aware of its status as a money-making property, a sequel that didn’t need to be made. And it posits that soulless motivation as a philosophical roadblock (one of many) for Neo and Trinity to overcome—with a little help from their fans. Not since Mary Martin’s Peter Pan implored a generation of young Americans to clap for a near-death Tinkerbell has there been a production with quite this level of fourth-wall-breaking earnestness.
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