It’s on Netflix, and if you haven’t seen it yet, go! Go now and add it to your queue. Go on, I’ll wait.
Ok. Are you old enough to remember the series The Outer Limits? Or am I dating myself again? Black Mirror is very much like OL, in that each episode is self-contained. No continuity or regular characters, just one shattering episode after another.
Unlike other series on Netflix that I’ve binge-watched (Stranger Things, Daredevil) where I would power through 3, 4, or even 5 episodes in a sitting, I can really only take 2 episodes of Black Mirror. Because they’re that good, and that twisted. I study them because someday I want to be able to write like that.
They’re science fiction, but not in the Star Wars/Trek/Guardians of the Galaxy sense. The fiction part of the science is fully plausible by our current standards, it just hasn’t been done yet.
They’re dystopian, but not in a post-apocalyptic sense. Viewers will see themselves and current society in every episode. You’ll be fascinated and mortified at the same.
They are dark. They take our deepest fears, our worst urges, and petty foibles and push them the very limits.
They are twisted. In the “Wow, I never saw that coming” sense.
They hit you hard, from Episode One. But one episode in particular has stayed with me, and I just can’t quite shake the emotional reaction I had to it. It’s the second episode of the second season, called White Bear.
I won’t spoil it, I want you to watch it and feel all the feels.
Come back once you’ve seen it, and let me know what you think. Because when I got to the end of the episode, I found myself thinking – That looks like a really good, horrific idea. I wonder when that’ll happen?
The storm is coming in and I may be snowed in – guess what I’m going to watch!