Here are my loose, uncollected thoughts on the Sense8 season finale movie. No spoilers, I wouldn't do that to you.
It begins weakly - exposition is not the strong point of this show. It has never been, and was never meant to be. I think Netflix wanted the movie to be accessible for people who had not seen both season previously. It is, I think? But at the same time, that's impossible.
After the clunky-for-the-Wachowskis (so ultimately not so bad, really) dialogue early, the remaining two hours are a triumph. Many plot threads are wrapped up. There is a music video segment, cool gun-fu, and the other things you expect from this show. All of these key elements are executed well. The cinematography continues to thrill and delight, with the camera techniques developed over the course of the first season - all of which feel natural and very tight.
When the Christmas special ended with Leonard Cohen's Hallelujah, but in a way that was somehow still meaningful and beautiful and not trite, I assumed the show would not be able to reduplicate this feat. It does, perhaps even more so, at the end of the movie. The author's statement in the penultimate scene is somehow neither overdone nor incomplete. The final scenes are wonderful closure, and I "ugly cried" at least five separate times.
I don't know what I really wanted this to be, and took pains not to learn anything about the finale until I saw it. The movie was a joy to experience. If you watched this show, you should watch the movie. If you didn't watch the show, I earnestly encourage you to check out one of the most novel and beautiful portraits of the variety of human intimacy I have ever seen.
Thank you. Thank you for reading this post, thank you to the Wachowskis and JMS for this series. Thank you to the fans who, as I did, wrote letters, sent emails, and made Netflix fund this capstone to something that I will probably treasure for a very long time.