Tron has always been a style-over-substance franchise.

Its narrative gobbledygook about digital realms—which has only grown more outdated and nonsensical since the initial 1982 film—was overshadowed by its arresting computerized imagery of light cycles, disc warfare, and microchip-esque architecture and armor designs.

Four-plus decades after its debut, its legacy is one of vehicles and weapons leaving glowing red and blue light trails in their wake; of helmeted men and women flipping and leaping over deadly glowing frisbees; and of cutting-edge sound and fury that dazzles the eye and rattles the chest. Memorable if thin, it’s a showcase for state-of-the-art techno-aesthetics married to stories that are so convoluted and underwhelming as to be inconsequential.

For its first new chapter

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