Sense8Â season two is montage-powered dribble that only seems to highlight the self-indulgent world of the Wachowskiâ€™s. Itâ€™s a show with an unrealistic view of love, long and fruitless scenes, on-the-nose dialogue, and constant video montage (the wrong kind of show, donâ€™t tell).
What I already knew from watching Wachowski films is that their idea of a perfect world is a 1990’s rave-culture utopia where thereâ€™s someone for everyone, there’s an abundanceÂ of mediocre electronic music, Neil-Breen-style hacking, and a dance party is always right around the corner. This world is no different.
I appreciate Sense8â€™s exploration of sexual identity via social commentary, heavy-handed as it might be in both seasons. Itâ€™s unfortunate that these themes are always saturated in melodrama, passive protagonists, and cheesy dialogue though. It takes away from the real struggle of people that are incredibly underrepresented in-the-real-world.
Their co-writer,Â J. Michael Straczynski,Â has had a more promising writing career if you overlookÂ World War ZÂ and a couple others, and I’ll always hold a place in my heart forÂ Babylon 5. Without seeing his drafts it’s impossible to tell his contribution aside from a few Babylon type one-liners. Regardless, I can’tÂ blame these writing faux pas on the Wachowski sisters alone.
Honestly, I just canâ€™t imagine what editing Sense8 scripts would be like. If so many pointless scenes make in on-screen, I can’t fathom what they cut. In fact, so little happens in season two storywise that the finale feels like a midway point (or end of Act II) opposed to aÂ story arc. Donâ€™t even get me started on the â€œHappy Fucking New Yearâ€ special: An hour of montage without anything resembling a story.
Like many, I agree that the Wachowski’s did wellÂ withÂ The Matrix and V for Vendetta, though they were both taken (one stolen) from comic books. I was honestly hoping that after Jupiter AscendingÂ stole a couple hours of my life that they might have one solid show in them. Season one was watchable, though not without issue. In the case of seasonÂ two, there’s just no excuse for such terrible writing.
If this blurb seems harsh to the Wachowski’s and Straczynski, I challenge you to try myÂ Sense8 drinking game.
The rules are as follows.
Take a drink when:
Someone says, â€œI love youâ€ or “I love you too.”
At the beginning and end of each montage.
Each time someone explains how theyâ€™re feeling.
Each time thereâ€™s a boring shot of all the Sense8â€™s walking together.
Each time thereâ€™s a sex scene.
However, drink responsibly, so probably it’s better not to play it all.