After 59 years of reading, watching, and hearing about science fiction, I had long since given up on being surprised by anything new, apart from the latest Philip K Dick adaptations. Along the way, there have been more than a few productions which were obsolete within a few years, and an embarrassing number which were scientifically invalid from Day One (like the Matrix). In recent years, allegories have given way to preaching, CGI has replaced plot, and sequels, prequels, and spin-offs have diluted initial masterpieces to the point of insipidity. Competition from fantasy and comic book projects have blurred the line, and ludicrous virtue signaling from actors has created a tangible stench and ruined memories. So, now, this Gibson dude, who is utterly new to me, together with a group of truly talented people, has created an extraordinarily entertaining product with better continuity than has been seen in most of the major franchises for decades. But he has done much more than that. He has told a story.
Review of The Peripheral
