To be fair, there are indications in the first act of “Resurrections” when it seems that the picture—the work of Lana Wachowski, going it alone without the participation of her former partner Lilly—appears ready to take off on a wild “Gremlins 2” trajectory.
In its own enjoyably twisty way, The Matrix Resurrections is the Gremlins 2 of action movies: subversive, angry, unruly, delirious, delightful.
A lot of that is done in the movie’s first hour in such a meta way that it will come off as pretentious to those who don’t know how brilliant movies like Wes Craven’s New Nightmare or Gremlins 2: The New Batch have proven to be.
Think of this as the "Gremlins 2" of the "Matrix" series.
In that moment — and the gloriously silly montage set to Jefferson Airplane’s “White Rabbit” which immediately follows — it becomes clear this is Wachowski’s Wes Craven’s New Nightmare or Gremlins 2: The New Batch , a decidedly euphoric middle finger to studio mandates and nostalgia-laden franchise filmmaking that is perfectly content to infuriate as many viewers as it might captivate.