I absolutely adore the extremely mid-90s world of this movie. Strange Days' willingness to directly explore police brutality, sexual violence, and cultural vouyerism within a strong genre framework still feels ballsy 30 years later. While this film is messy and flat-out dated in some ways, Bigelow infuses it with so much energy and heart that the rough parts are easier to forgive.

On top of that, you have Ralph Fiennes in sexy sleazeball mode, Angela Bassett at the top of her game, and a great sense of controlled chaos courtesy of the direction, camerawork, and production design. Seeing this movie on 35mm was such a delight.

The jagged edits, distant voices, and uneasy zooms make great additions to Jake's ever-evolving toolkit. I'm always excited to see what he does next.

Harris Savides might be the defining 21st century DoP. This movie is haunting and does a wonderful job playing with fire to create something deeply emotional.

Shame about the Music Box audience that showed up tonight, who consistently treated the most gut-wrenching moments with irony poisoned laughter because they are unable to treat emotional discomfort as anything other than a joke.