Way back in 2016, when Stranger Things first hit Netflix, the world was a different place. The streaming service itself cost 8, and if you weren’t turned on by the prospect of endless, if vastly quality-variable content, there was the small matter of Stranger Things to convince you to hit that subscribe button. It had 80s nostalgia in spades, a soundtrack better than most John Hughes movies, and somehow seemed to do Stephen King better than the writer himself – or at least those film-makers and showrunners who have tried to bring the horror maestro’s work to the screen.
Flash forward six years and Stranger Thing returns following a three-year break (presumably disrupted by Covid). Now Netflix is no longer the streaming revolution’s bright young thing, but