God, it seems like forever since the third season of this increasingly batshit supernatural-thriller premiered. For all the words spilled on how it fetishized the '80s in its first two seasons, the third is the season that feels the most authentically '80s; specifically, in how loud, disgusting, and unapologetically excessive it is. It's a sweaty, pop-eyed, John Carpenter-inspired cartoon of gross-out gags and charming-yet-inappropriate emotion expressed at the top of its lungs. The show always looked '80s—this is the season where Stranger Things legitimately earned its Reagan-era stripes.