Stranger Things-Series One. An American Horror Series. On Netflix. My One-off Review. Minor spoilers Only.

Friday, 5 august 2016

 

Netflix Description of Stranger Things:
“A lost boy. A government lab steeped in terrible secrets. A mother who won’t rest until her son is found”.
First aired on Netflix on 15th July 2016.
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Stranger Things.
Series One.
Episode One.
Some notes and dialogue on first watching.

Nb. So I made a note about Stranger Things. And then completely forgot to preview the series.

So Stranger Things is brilliant so far: plus they played White Rabbit by Jefferson Airplane.

It’s set in the 1990’s. The setting is perfect and spot on. The phones look crazy now. That you have to plug it in the wall and the line only goes so far..

Yes. Now they are playing Hazy shades Of Winter..

Ah ha. So Winona Ryder is the mum. She’s brilliant.

I haven’t clocked Matthew Modine in it yet.

OK the mysterious white haired man is Matthew Modine.

The Sheriff or the Chief as he is called is a good character. After a while I realised that his right hand man is the father of one of the boys.

Did I say classic Spielberg era. For the series.

The teacher is quoting from The Heart Of Darkness:
“The brown river flowed downwards..”

I like that there’s no atmospheric music. But just occasionally a brilliant song.

Much later-Episode Five..

So Stranger things defies notes.

You have to see the tree..
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Review.

So I loved Stranger Things. I seriously binge-watched this series. I guarantee you will too. Well that is if you like it. Because you have to know what happens next…

I guess that means episodes end on a cliffhanger a lot. They do.

Plus I like the very healthy size prologue. Which is allowed to happen with out dreadful credits appearing on the screen like slug trails for the entire opening scene and the next twenty to thirty minutes. Before the series officially starts. As is the annoying custom these days.

Sigh. The seventies had the best music. They had lovely jumpers and comfy corduroy trousers. Microfiche instead of internet. Gigantic phones. And teachers like Mister Clarke.

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Postscript.

So this really is a post, postscript because I have come back to write much, much later.

Since really Stranger Things for me is one of those very rare dramas-like Between Series Two-that speaks for itself. Which seems complete unto itself. And needs really no words.

You just have to see it and see for yourself. You will either love it (like I did) or you won’t. Even if you don’t-I think you will remember it, be moved. Affected.

Not necessarily in a soppy slushy way but some kind of deep movement. A reaction. To some kind of higher art. That’s all I can say. Spotless had aspects of art too. For me anyway.

No wonder I’m coasting enjoyably on Celebrity Big Brother right now. and I haven’t watched it in years.

Because, as mentioned in my write-up on Teen wolf-where else was there to go? After such a wonderful glut of good series such as I have recently seen.

Yes, just one right after the other. My eyes and senses are filled. My love of film and stories and wonderful dramatic art: is replete. Like a month long feast.

So this sounds seriously slushy. But it’s really not meant to be. I knew I shouldn’t have come back. There are too many words you see.

But I digress.

Stranger Things made me homesick for the seventies (but was apparently set in the eighties-1983 to be precise) and American High School. Which I went to for a while. With its microfiche booths in the enormous library, (doing) book reports on Kurt Vonnegut and an Algebra teacher that never gave up on me. Until I passed.

Stranger Things is set in that long forgotten world in which children lived completely seperate lives. In which the parents were if not officially then ostensibly: the enemy. Excepting actual injury-you told them nothing.

Yes children ran wild and went everywhere with their friends and siblings and only came back for dinner. They had secret dens and adventures and made up mysterious even magical quests.

Stranger Things is a story of one of those adventures Except this time the adventure or quest, is real..
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Footnotes.

A Hazy Shade Of Winter (referred to in the notes for episode one) I reckon is the only song ever with the line: “Drinking my vodka and lime”!

Nb. Lime refers to the English concentrated drink called Rose’s Lime Juice Cordial.

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I especially love the cymbals in this song.

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I have just learned that the later, Bangles version of A Hazy Shade Of Winter (1987) is the one played in Stranger Things and that the above described line (and its accompanying rhyming line) was censored!
Quelle Horreure.
Strictly speaking: the cover version of A Hazy Shade Of Winter by The Bangles was not out yet in 1983, the year in which Stranger Things is set.
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The book The Heart Of Darkness referred to in the episode notes is by Joseph Conrad.

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