Ostensibly, The Matrix Resurrections is about the toxicity of nostalgia, IP-farm-to-franchise filmmaking, and the way we reckon with our own creations many years after they have wormed their way into the collective imagination. But in truth it is about a guy in a coffee shop who simply cannot get his shit together. I empathize with this guy, mostly because he is played by Keanu Reeves. But that empathy will only carry one so far. There needs to be something worthwhile to carry one through.