Confessions of a Sci-Fi Newbie #12: Barry Levinson’s Sphere (1998)
There are some actors who you could dress up in paper bags, turn off all the lights, record them singing and dancing to the RENT soundtrack with absolutely no actual dialogue, entitle this fourteen-hour, or however long, makeshift film something condescending like Love or Enlightenment, and I would sit through all fourteen or so hours patiently and say,…