More Stranger Things, this time via Tom who manages to write about it with NO spoilers much better than I ever could. Which is why he has a (brilliant) novel available in all good bookshops, and I don’t. Please go like on his blog 🙂
No spoilers – unless you are unaware of the 1980s taste in peach bathrooms.
It’s hard to remember a more eagerly anticipated TV series than Stranger Things 2. Even the NME has jumped the bandwagon, where once it would have sneered from the touchline.
There were some new episodes of Peppa Pig recently, but even that pales against ST2, which it isn’t called as it sounds closer to STD than is comfortable. There is always Dr Who of course, the anticipation of which invariably outstrips the actual experience of watching it; viewers are generally lobotomised by incomprehension twenty minutes in. Dr. Who takes its incomprehensibility seriously. If at least one person doesn’t abandon it screaming with frustration at tattered memories of having been once able to coherently understand TV programmes then it’s not doing its job.
With its immaculately 80s synths soundtrack Stranger Things is the Ryan Gosling neo-noir…
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