It’s 1:20am in Finland on a chilly Sunday night. I’ve just finished the wild ride that was Sense8 season 2 even though I swore I wouldn’t rush through it all. But I did. I just couldn’t stop. I kept going and at times, I forgot to blink and to breathe. I can’t remember when I had a bite to eat. (I think I need to pee, but I’m not sure if I’m ready to leave this cocoon of Sense8 feels quite just yet.)
This show is some of the most compelling, intense, mind-blowing, visually stunning and emotional TV ever. During the past couple of nights, I’ve been moved to tears by the sad, by the happy, by the love and simply by the beauty of humanity; I’ve laughed out loud at many scenes; I’ve fell in love with every single (good) character all over again;
I’ve wanted to fight evil and injustice with my bare fists; I’ve thought about the human connection and the differences and similarities between all of us as humans; I’ve wanted to save the world and do it with a bunch of really cool friends.
I’ve been moved to tears by the LGBT+ stories, the happy stuff and the sad stuff. During that Lito scene I cried so much I had to pause Netflix for a few minutes. I wasn’t sure if I was crying because I was happy or because I was sad, I just knew my heart was aching and it really needed a break.
But most of all, I’ve wanted my own cluster of amazing, diverse, 100% loyal people who will always be there for me, no matter what, no matter where I go, with their different sets of skills, ideas and moral values.
And I mean, sure… if I wanted, I could list a few things “wrong” with Sense8 — anyone can find faults in every show and movie if they really look for it — but why would I do that? When a show genuinely moves me and makes me think outside the everyday box like Sense8 does, I can’t go all critic on their very likable, charismatic butts.
I just want to be their BFF forever.
After this wild ride that has been season 2, I only have one question left:
Is it time for season 3 yet?