Stranger Things should have been a jumbled mess of everything. It’s an homage to a time long dead; it’s a teen show; it’s a horror show; it’s a drama; it’s a children’s show, it’s a paranormal show.
By all intents and purposes, it should have been shit. Because it’s been more than I care to remember since a show or a movie actually managed to balance more than one idea throughout its duration.
Maybe balance is a poor choice of word, because it sounds like the show is teetering on the edge of losing it. Stranger Things is everything at the same time. Most importantly, it has soul – that something that is only theoretical, inexplicable and all-encompassing, summing up character, feeling and essence of the world. The something that cannot be created by sheer force of will.
It has been far too long since we were given something with a soul – something that’s more than a sum of its parts.
Stranger Things has a life of its own because someone loved it long before it ever came to be.