I contemplated snatching up the oppressively HUGE latter-decade sci-fi elephant in the room, but I show that film and its successors enough love on a regular basis.
Strange Days, on the other hand, is a more fascinating, underloved beast. Ratty's not wrong. Its ambition often overreaches its grasp. But it still accomplishes what so many sci-fi films trying to be cyberpunk don't. It's really about right now, and where we could go, as opposed to where that motley crue actually is, and everything neat about it. It's a dirty, weirdly contemplative son of a bitch that pretty much encapsulates everything cool and extraordinarily fucked up about 90s culture.
Also, blasphemy I realize, but it has probably my favorite Ralph Fiennes performance.
That's worth the first round for me.