Jeffrey Wright and Evan Rachel Wood. (Image credit: John P. Johnson/HBO)

Everything has to be judged these days. Everything has to be reviewed and recapped and analyzed and broken down until we've sucked every last possible morsel from what once might have had a soul.

I blame Lost, of course. For it was a show that was as aimless as it was purposeful with Easter eggs. It grabbed us and took us for a ride while, at times, not having a damned clue where it was going. And it was, mostly, a fun ride, even if the final destination was disappointing. And it was made to be pored over week after week.

Westworld also lends itself to that same sort of introspection. It has to — otherwise none of us would have any idea just what the hell happened.

But me? I've enjoyed the ride. Even where it ended up at the end of Season 2 — which (I think?) was right where we started. Or right where we will have started eventually. Before. Westworld and its showrunners (Jonathan Nolan and Lisa Joy) basically have taken a page from that other Nolan and Inceptioned the hell out of us through the use of time-shifting combined with the fact that there can be multiple versions of characters or multiple versions of characters at various points in multiple timelines and — oh, no, I've gone crosseyed.

So I gave up. I worried less about whether the plot was making sense. I worried less about keeping it stored in some sort of linear fashion inside my own head. (Which I'm pretty sure isn't housing my memories in a golf ball-sized sphere, though at this point I'm not sure that'd be the worst thing in the world.)

Ed Harris and Evan Rachel Wood. (Image credit: John P. Johnson/HBO)

No. Instead I remembered to try to enjoy the sheer size of the park itself. (Thanks, Utah and California!) That parts of our planet that are so beautiful could look so ordinary in the context of a show like Westworld is simply overwhelming. Perhaps the scope of the park itself was understated — they almost seemed to have a Game of Thrones problem, by which we couldn't wait days if not longer for folks to be moving from place to place. But regardless, it was stunning.

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And I remembered to just sit back and enjoy the acting. The big-name stars, of course, did big-name things. Ed Harris Jeffrey Wright and Sir Anthony Hopkins and Ean Rachel Wood and Thandie Newton. Jimmi Simpson, who wasn't utilized enough this season, though once you get to the end you start to understand why. (Again, I think.) Clifton Collins Jr. — who continues to be criminally underrated. Katja Herbers who — wait, what just happened? Hell, even James Marsden, who I've tried not to like for years.

And then there's the fact that I don't know where things are going in Season 3. That I know we're in for another season of stunning visuals and great acting and quite possibly a storyline that starts to make more sense. Or maybe continues to make less sense.

Or maybe it'll just continue to be one hell of a ride.