Virtual Necromancy

In case you weren't aware of it, there's a fourth Matrix movie in production, with both Keanu Reeves and Carrie-Ann Moss reprising their roles. It's called The Matrix: Gerontology.

Okay, not really... but that would probably have been more fitting. Matrix: Ressurrections is the real name of the film, which may not be much better than my suggestion when you really think on it. I'm not saying they can't pull it off, but every time some aging action hero tries to ressurrect his past glories, I'm reminded of Indiana Jones and Kingdom of the Crystal Skull, wherein Harrison Ford's lack of dexterity and flexibility were embarrassingly obvious.

Hey, it happens to us all -- if we don't end up forever young, of course. I'm all too familiar with the pains and limitations of aging, especially considering the way I treated my body in my 20s. We're all looking for something that will make us feel young again, but trying to stiff-arm the Grim Reaper by making sequels to decades-old movies is probably not the best way to go about it, if for no other reason than because it can all too easily turn you from an aging and respected star into an object of ridicule.

Whether they can make it work or not, I'm hoping (probably in vain) that the producers can restrain themselves from taking a big stinking social justice dump all over the storyline. I'm getting very tired of clicking movies off mere minutes into them. Like a crack addict who can't say no even when the addiction is killing him, Hollywood can't seem to resist cramming every leftist trope in modern America down our throats within ten minutes of the title music fading out.