You can fight city hall.
Sense8 is totally unafraid to be itself: a giant cheesy pizza fisticuffs Depeche Mode shoot-em-up rave orgy wedding.
I wish that a show so proud of its representations of gender, sexuality, race, polyamory, well, almost everything… would exhibit some self-awareness of its consequence-free gunlust (see also The Matrix). But I suppose another way to think about it is: we already have countless movies with white male Rambos and James Bonds blowing away baddies with guns, so perhaps it is empowering to depict every other kind of person getting a chance to do so.
Foolproof and incapable of error. A masterpiece.
But a few words about the 2018 50th anniversary theatrical re-release:
If the goal of Christopher Nolan's "unrestored" 70mm version is to recreate the authentic analog celluloid experience, warts and all, then I suppose it would have to be judged a success. The particular print I saw (at New York City's Village East Cinema) was rife with dust and scratches throughout, with a distracting jitter during most of the Dawn of Man sequence,…