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Nine Perfect Strangers opens on an obvious but effective metaphor – that of a blended smoothie.

After that tantalising tease earlier this week, at least the producers of The Matrix Resurrections didn’t make us wait that long for the real deal.

Netflix announced so many things during its fan event on Sunday, we wouldn’t blame you if you missed 80 per cent of them.

Busy, busy month.

There’s something particularly perverse about censoring commentary about censorship, but Disney didn’t see the irony. Or if it did, it didn’t care.

It starts with pastry dough – hands kneading flour, egg and butter until its metamorphosis into a malleable, sticky paste, moulded and filled with gingerly cut slices of potato and truffle.

It’s not hyperbole to suggest that when the first Matrix movie was released in 1999, it changed the game.

Anyone expecting Spencer to be a standard biopic of Princess Diana is going to be sorely disappointed.

It’s easy to point to the unique multicultural fabric of Sydney’s western suburbs, but often that catch-all impression threatens to flatten the humanity of individual stories.

Australia is about to get its own version of a global TV hit.