So as I put together my write-up for the first episode of Stranger Things, I have Dixon and Stein’s soundtrack going close to the max. Why am I just getting to Stranger Things? The guy who was the age of the missing Will (Winona Ryder is the kid’s mom, Joyce, with Charlie Heaton as her son, Jonathan, Will’s brother, a single parent family trying to make ends meet) in the 80s and totally understand why mom would ask the kid if he was sure he wanted to go see Poltergeist (1984)? I was the kid, as my mother so joyfully likes to bring out of her nostalgic bag to torment me from time to time, who couldn’t watch much of Poltergeist because I was oooooo sooooo scarrrrrreddddd. Yeah, that was me. Timing is everything, I guess, and starting up the show now seems ideal considering I’m behind the hype. Granted I will be binging the second season when it drops, for sure. Something gets loose in this mysterious science facility and Matthew Modine’s white-coifed head of that place, accompanied
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