Daniel Charchuk’s review published on Letterboxd:
Nothing could ever live up to my anticipation, but this comes pretty damn close, delivering a deliriously self-aware sequel that both questions and justifies its own existence. Do (selfishly) wish they had spent more time in the meta Matrix, cracking inside jokes and interrogating the original trilogy, but I'm sure that would've grown tiresome very quickly, so instead they pivot, and pivot again, and keep pivoting until we're right back where we started. Ending with a brass cover of "Wake Up" is just the proverbial cherry.
It's still pretty messy, and the action is comparatively weak, but I'm hard-pressed to think of a rebootquel that is more satisfying whilst consciously avoiding fan service.