Somehow—I have no idea how, b/c Netflix always sends me alerts when they add a new SFF series (b/c Netflix is the god of gluttony and lives inside my head and knows my weaknesses)—but somehow SENSE8 completely escaped my notice when it joined the cast of Netflix original series last May.
So when the trailer of the 2-hour Christmas special took up residence at the top of my profile page, I was like:
Then I binge watched the entire first season while wrapping this year’s hoard of Christmas presents.
I have to tell you . . . It was phenomenal. If it was a book, I’d’ve given five stars, and I’m pretty sure I only gave one new-to-me (rereads don’t count) book five stars this year.
I’d’ve given it five stars despite several things that for me were technically less than perfect.
This is one of those occasions that the whole was so amazing, so fantastic, so spectacular, etc. that a few paltry unanswered questions and graphic nature of several of the episodes . . . I let it go.
Which brings me to my next point: WHOA HOLY, that was graphic.
You: Umm . . . What’s that mean? o.O
Me: Umm . . . Which time?
Me: Yeah, I don’t think I would’ve gotten through it had I been giving it my undivided attention.
Am I the only one that does that?
There’ll be a show that in premise I really like, but sometimes there’s a little more sex, a little more nudity, a little more blood and guts then is comfortable, so I play mahjong, scroll my Instagram feed, wrap Christmas presents at the same time, so that I’m paying enough attention to get the gist, but not so much attention that I’m getting an eyeful of blech, iiiirgh, nnnnnnngh.
The blech/iiiirgh/nnnnnnngh in this case being group sex. It wasn’t pornographic or anything, but still . . . that much skin is displeasing to mine eyes.
It’s like a cacophony of limbs . . . Nnnnnnngh.
I should probably note that while the group sex isn’t pornographic, there is full frontal nudity of a certain hot German. I guess that sort of thing is becoming more common, but it’s still a shock for this girl when it happens.
That’s the nnnnnnngh. The iiiirgh is the multiple births episode. It wasn’t as bad as the day I had to watch THE MIRACLE OF LIFE twice (once for developmental psych and once for . . . I can’t remember what the other class was, but iiiirgh), however, it was probably the multitasking that made the difference.
And now that I’ve done my due diligence—you have been warned—back to the awesome.
The basic premise is that there is another breed of homo sapiens that exists beside the rest of us, and this separate breed falls under the Extra umbrella.
The Extras are “born” in clusters, this one numbering eight, and they exist as a hive mind once their extraness has been awakened in adulthood.
They don’t just share thoughts, they also share abilities . . . Which means that the individuals of this group are all at need: a hacker, a liar, a streetwise safecracker with mob boss potential, a ninja, a cop, a deejay, a scientist, and a bus driver with the heart of a lion, all of whom collectively speak seven languages.
And considering they’ve got one hell of a Bad Guy out to capture and experiment on them, all of that is a Very Good Thing.
I loved the slow progression of their awakening. The initial fear and the belief that they were losing their minds that grew into a reluctant acceptance that allowed them to begin discovering the extent of what they were capable, all the while tightening the connections that bound them together.
I fell a little bit in love with every single one of them.
Highly recommended, but only after the kiddos are in bed and your phone is fully charged.