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I had already seen Stranger Things seasons one and two but B had not seen any of the episodes. He lives under a rock more than I do. He was reluctant to join us at first but then Lulu convinced him otherwise. We binged the first two seasons over the long 4th of July weekend. I nice refresher for me. Then we went right into binge season three. We finished up on Sunday July 14th. That’s right 25 episodes (8, 9, 8) in 10 or so days. We have no lives. And it was hot as Hades outside or so is my excuse to be a slug lounging in front of the TV for days. Now I am left waiting for something good to fill the void.
Three was the best season yet y’all. I love everything about this show. The characters are real to me. My neighborhood had that same small town feel. 1980’s baby. Such a fantastic job with set design, wardrobe, and all those film making terms I know nothing about. I was dropped back in time to a point in my life that would be considered the tail end of my formative years.
Funny thing is that I usually don’t care for science fiction. Dystopian yes … think Solent Green or Hunger Games but sci-fi not so much. However the campy feel to this show made me ignore how unrealistic is the premise. Yet for a moment, as we watched the action, my heart was pounding; I had goosebumps on the back of my neck and I thought … holy hell … but what if?
If you’ve seen the show and would like to discuss, drop me a line in the comments. I’ve read many of the articles. I even called the Murray voice mail 618-625-8313. lol.
As always, more to come.