There is a lot to be said for spectacle.
Put simply: matches held at WrestleMania are better because they are held at WrestleMania, elevated by the glamour, the scale, and the endless vista of enthralled fans illuminated by fireworks. In an age in which those fans don't seem to matter, it's also weirdly stirring to see them not bathed in the dimmed light of punishing primary colours.
More than a handful of attractions underwhelmed (Kevin Owens Vs. Chris Jericho) or might as well have not happened (Bayley Vs. Charlotte Flair Vs. Nia Jax Vs. Sasha Banks), but when 'Mania was good, it was bloody good. The return of the Hardy Boyz delivered the fabled "moment"; Goldberg Vs. Brock Lesnar was a true titan clash dripping in drama; Triple H and Seth Rollins toiled in the heat to little heat, wrestling a match far better than its reception obscured. A resistant reading of the maligned main event brings its pathos into focus; viewed as a story, not an attraction, Roman Reigns Vs. The Undertaker was rich in emotion, if not smooth in content.
It was far too long at seven godd*mn hours - but, in patches, 'Mania was a sensory feast.