‘Stranger Things’ Season 4 Opens With a Massacre of Children

Everything we can’t stop loving, hating, and thinking about this week in pop culture. [Manage newsletters]( [View in browser]( [Image] with Kevin Fallon Everything we can’t stop loving, hating, and thinking about this week in pop culture.     This week: - The upsetting Stranger Things premiere. - A life without weeping to This Is Us. - A life without arguing about Ellen. - Elvis, the only movie I care about. - I hate/love this casting so much.   Should You Watch the New Stranger Things? About six minutes into the [new season of Stranger Things](, you start to hear screams. Blood-curdling, terrified screams—of children. Soon after, the camera tracks one shell-shocked character as he stumbles the halls, distraught as he trains his eyes on countless lifeless, maimed young bodies. Stranger Things Season 4 opens with a massacre of children. Obviously nobody involved in the making of the series could have imagined the timing of this season premiere, with that [violent opening scene]( piercing through a dense fog of heartache, anger, and fear over the[tragic news this week](. A scene that was meant to be disturbing now evolves from difficult to nearly impossible to watch. There will probably be aggrieved cries wondering how Netflix could have let a scene like this stay in the episode given how raw and fresh the trauma is over what happened in Texas. There will also be defenders saying, how could they have known? But there is, perhaps, reason to be less than generous over this. How could they have known? Well, mass shootings—massacres—have become so constant that the instances of them have outnumbered the days there have been in 2022. A scene like this was always going to be triggering, though perhaps not to the extreme that it is at this moment. That is the point of this kind of scene, to conflate trauma and titillation. To exploit the horrors that have become the reality of the world right now for entertainment. In fact, Netflix was so certain that the sequence would be met with awe and appreciation for how thrillingly it captures something so dark that [it even released it](—all eight minutes—ahead of Friday’s streaming premiere of the new season, presuming that it would drum up excitement, or reassure fans that this batch of episodes wouldn’t disappoint. The massacre of children as proof of quality. (The video has since been deleted, and Netflix [will run a content warning]( ahead of the episode.) Earlier this week, CBS announced that it would be [pulling the season finale]( of its series FBI, as the episode involved the team trying to prevent a school shooting. Again, there was apparently so much dramatic potential and possibility of attracting viewers in a storyline involving a school shooting that a CBS procedural series had planned to make a finale event out of it. [Abbott Elementar](y creator and star Quinta Brunson garnered attention when she [tweeted about the number of requests]( she receives to write a school shooting episode of her series, a charming sitcom about teachers who bond while working to do the best for their students. One [message she screenshot said](, “This is just an idea. For the eventual series finale, a school shooting episode to highlight the numerous ones in this nation. Formulate an angle that would get our government to understand why laws need to pass.” There is obviously great power in television, especially when it, with care and nuance, reflects back our reality, ugly as it may be. But there’s something unforgivably backwards about the presumption of school shootings—of these massacres—as valid entertainment, a kind that we don’t just resign ourselves to or expect because it’s become so common, but even crave or, as that message to Brunson suggests, feel entitled to. FBI wasn’t the first TV series with a plot that centered around a school shooting and Stranger Things isn’t the first show to find its violence ill-timed to the news and cultural mood. There have been episodes of everything from Cold Case and CSI to 7th Heaven and, for the love of God, Glee. It’s an impossible thing to have a strict opinion on. It would seem ridiculous to say that TV series should steer clear of an event that is, horrifically, something that has started to affect and connect most of the country. But it does seem wholly inappropriate, not to mention crass, to translate it into entertainment. What sticks with me about the sequence in Stranger Things is that it was sent out as a promotional tool. Yes, it’s an effective scene, and it pays off in the larger plot of the season. But thinking about it in relation to what this show once was—a nostalgic, invigorating mystery built around the tenets of ’80s cinema—suggests what might be the biggest problem with the new season. It’s grandiose and it’s terrifying. It’s breezy and watchable in spite of the fact that the majority of the new episodes hover around 70-80 minutes each. But it’s also lost the spark that made it special on its way to becoming something so ambitious and so dark. This show has become such a behemoth that it’s easy to forget that, when it premiered, it was considered a scrappy underdog. That scrappiness was reflected in the way the show unfolded. Sure, by nature of the subject matter, there were special effects and action set pieces; monsters, secret mirror worlds, and children with telekinetic powers necessitate that sort of thing. But there’s a grandness and a bloatedness to Season 4 of the series, which is so aggressive in its insistence on dazzling with CGI that it numbs all of the fun and, often, the heart that used to be there. Those elements had to be played up and embraced because of the fact that the series had a fraction of the budget it is parading across the hours (and hours) of this new season. No one likes a show off. Except, I guess, they do. Or at least they don’t mind one. The new season is still fun to watch, in the way that one can find amusement in a slog. The easy description, without giving away spoilers, is that Eleven (Millie Bobby Brown) has moved to California with Joyce ([Winona Ryder]() and her two kids Jonathan (Charlie Heaton) and Will (Noah Schnapp) following the presumed death of her father, Jim Hopper ([David Harbour](). Emphasis on presumed. Back in Hawkins, a pattern of grotesque deaths is rattling the poor, ever-suffering town. The Scooby Gang (basically, everyone else in the cast) suspects something supernatural is involved and that they are uniquely qualified to track down and defeat it. Across the seven episodes of the first half of Season 4 (the final two episodes premiere July 1), they, well, attempt to do just that. It takes forever to get to the meat of the mystery here and, over these endless running times, there are some grave misjudgments over what side plots and character larks audiences might find amusing to follow. It’s unfortunate because the mythology of Stranger Things is finally coming to focus in gratifying ways. It’s just exhausting to spin through the same character trauma cycles on the way to discovering them. This piece was originally meant to be a proper review of the new season, not necessarily such an extended tangent about the ethics of that opening scene. But the fact of the matter is that this new season of Stranger Things is probably review-proof. I could send a text message directly to each of your phones warning you not to watch this show because they replaced Millie Bobby Brown with Roseanne Barr and made the decision to have all the kid actors speak to each other in Elvish while the Demogorgons are now merely extras running around with hats on their heads that say, “I’m a Demogorgon,” and you’d all still watch. Every single hour. Which is precisely why Netflix has OK’d so many hours. And I couldn’t shake the feeling that, while, again, the timing is unexpected, there was something that didn’t sit right about that violent sequence. So watch Stranger Things 4 or don’t. (You’re all going to watch it.) But maybe, at least, that’s some food for thought.   Still Crying Over the End of This Is Us There was a time, it should not come as a surprise, that I was very much into the [TV series This Is Us](. You’re telling me there was a broadcast TV drama (love) starring [Mandy Moore]( (love!) that opened with a shot of Milo Ventimiglia’s bare butt (LOVE!), and the whole idea was that you tune in each week specifically to cry? I bought shares in Kleenex stock and immediately set a recurring DVR recording. Especially at the time the show premiered, the series stuck out because of how, frankly, uncool it was. Yes, it became popular. Incredibly so. But to have TV “taste” then meant you knew that those really dark, snide, cynical, and violent anti-hero shows were the good ones. This family soap opera that is soundtracked by lilting guitar strings that barely stop for a second in any episode? The most pretentious among us looked down snidely from their towers of insufferableness. But what made This Is Us so special is that what it did, it did so well. [It was so well-acted](. The writing was great. It was often accused of emotional manipulation, and maybe that was sometimes fair. But it knew how to orchestrate a powerful moment. It knew how to ground the swell of feelings in something universal and relatable. It found sharp, unmistakable ways to validate our own pains, struggles, and trauma, but also could amplify and celebrate the victories and beautiful moments that we can sometimes miss in our own lives. In the end, it was a TV series about how wonderful and rewarding it is to journey through life as part of a family that so deeply loves each other, but also how incredibly difficult and, at times, devastating or infuriating that journey can be. Those shows about serial killers and Wall Street assholes are great and earn their dues. But a show like this is important, too. I fell off This Is Us somewhere in Season 4, but [popped back in here and there](. It wasn’t because I didn’t like the show anymore. Sometimes, you just fall off shows. I tuned in for the last two episodes, a phenomenal showcase for Mandy Moore in the penultimate episode and then the perfectly understated finale. There were roughly a dozen characters that I had no clue who the hell they were. But it didn’t matter. I was still moved. I cried. Obviously. There’s no other broadcast drama series still airing that is both as popular and gets the regular awards attention that This Is Us does. Its sign-off is the end of the era. I wonder what the next This Is Us will be. I don’t think it will be a copycat. These kinds of shows, with their emotional fireworks and everyday relatability, tend to come by surprise. Did anyone think the TV version of Friday Night Lights would play that role? Or another shot at making a series version of Parenthood? Before that, something like Gilmore Girls, a series on The CW, of all stations? Or when it comes to This Is Us, a time-jumping broadcast drama? I hope there will be something that fills this void, because I think we need shows like these. But I wouldn’t dare predict what the next one will be.   What Will Become of Ellen? Speaking of TV series that said goodbye this week, it is wild to me that the Ellen show, which was such a massive hit for so many years, signed off on Thursday with little more than a shrug in response. Of course, DeGeneres’ popularity took a swan dive into a tar pit following investigations into her show’s [alleged toxic workplace environment]( and her own behavior. And we, as a country, are certainly preoccupied with this week’s horrifying news and the exasperating debates that have grown out of it. Interestingly, there was a time when Ellen’s entire public service was as a respite to the pain we’re all feeling, an hour’s escape to be reminded that it’s OK—and maybe even necessary—to choose joy, that happiness still exists in our world, to be kind, and to lead with compassion. Thursday’s finale played up the loud impact that the show’s insistence on celebrating joy and kindness had, but it’s hard to deny that the messaging came out more as a whimper. Talking about DeGeneres’ legacy is so complicated. I attempted to get into that in [this review that I wrote]( after the final episode aired Thursday. ([Read it here](.) Unlike with This Is Us, I can imagine what the next version of Ellen might be. ([The Kelly Clarkson Show]( is literally taking over her time slot.) But I don’t quite know what the next Ellen, the person who was such a hero until she was viewed as such a monster, might be. She’s made an impossible comeback before. I don’t doubt that she’ll do it again.   I Need to See This Elvis Movie Immediately. The Cannes Film Festival is happening right now. Maybe the biggest premiere that’s happening there is the [Elvis Presley biopic, Elvis](, which was directed by notorious maximalist Baz Luhrmann, who helmed Moulin Rouge! and The Great Gatsby. Early reactions included gems like, “Your enjoyment of Baz Luhrmann’s ELVIS will depend on your appetite for Bazamataz, which is dialed up to explosive levels here,” from [The Hollywood Reporter’s David Rooney](. [The Daily Beast’s Caspar Salmon]( called it “such a gaudy, buzzing, relentless object, which for 2.5 hours lurches about flashing its gold like a drunk old millionaire in a strip joint.” And there’s this description of a scene from [David Ehrlich’s Indiewire review](: But it is the report [from The New York Times’ Kyle Buchanan]( about the film’s musical moments that radicalized me from “I need to see this so I can hate-watch it” to “I need to see this because I am about to make unapologetically loving it my entire personality.”   The Week’s Most Fun, Most Nefarious Casting They have done it. They have discovered the one way to get me to actually buy a ticket to the new movie in that godforsaken Fast and Furious franchise. Bastards.   Top Gun: Maverick: Filing the whole Scientology in the back of the mind because we need this joy. (Fri. in theaters) The Real Housewives of Dubai: This can only be a mess, and that is why we’re so excited. (Wed. on Bravo) The Bob’s Burgers Movie: Very funny show! Very funny movie! (Fri. in theaters)   Stranger Things: We don’t always have to watch the popular thing! (Fri. on Netflix) Dancing With Myself: The credits for this reality show read, I kid you not “created by Shaquille O’Neal and Shakira and Liza Koshy.” (Tues. on NBC)   Advertisement   Was this email forwarded to you? [Sign up here.](   [Daily Beast]( [Facebook]( [Twitter]( [Instagram]( © 2022 The Daily Beast Company LLC I 555 W. 18th Street, New York NY, 10011 [Privacy Policy]( If you are on a mobile device or cannot view the images in this message, click here to [view this email in your browser](. To ensure delivery of these emails, please add emails@thedailybeast.com to your address book. 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