Anyone interested in hard scifi has to watch Westworld. It’s the biggest production that exists, as far as I know. They have now spanned the world and brought the future, and it’s one of the few actual mind-blowing projects.
The theme is freedom, what it means, what it doesn’t mean, and the struggle that is both real and vividly imagined, how they cross over. The term they used was “algorithmic determinism.”
My love has been professed for Evan Rachel Wood, and I just learned she’s a black belt in tae kwon do. Of course she is.
The show shot in Singapore, Spain, the west, and thirty years in the future. It’s bigger than life, and the story crackles because of Jonathan Nolan, Christopher’s brother who obsesses over the Inception mutli-threaded strings of plots. It quickly grows more complicated. It’s not like easy to follow linear stories. They are constantly asking the big questions.
It starts off slow-burn and building in complexity. By the end of the season, it’s massive in scale. I really don’t think that anyone who ended up here needs any more convincing.
