Takes a moment to acclimatise to its overwhelming digital maximalism immediately after devouring the fuzzy wuzzy analog original. But this is a non-stop parade of insane swings both visually and story-wise. Kind of a necessity for a film following up not one but two genre defining landmarks, both The Major and Batou’s first outing, and its totemic love letter from Hollywood The Matrix.

Filled with glimpses of cyclical influence, scratching the back that scratched theirs first. Exactly the kind of sequel that I wanted to believe Matrix 4 was, though indulgent, deepens and complicates the original rather than just muddying the waters.