Netflix’s ‘Fear Street’ trilogy review: Smells like teen spirit(s)

Based on RL Stine’s horror book series, the three movies purr along smoothly with the right lashings of blood, guts and gore

No matter how many times one says it, it does not become any less true. Streaming has changed the way one consumes content. There, I said it again. So first there was the whole binge-watching trend, and then they decided to go retro and release an episode a week; those who wished to binge just waited for all episodes to drop. Then, there were mini-series that felt like six-hour movies, or sprawling, gargantuan shows where the number of episodes crossed the century mark. And when all this was happening, what about conventional movies? Apart from regular features, anthologies became a thing—what kind of thing was open to interpretation. Were Solos and Homemade movies or shows, or both? And now here comes the three-part Fear Street trilogy of movies on Netflix, which were dropped weekly. Based on RL Stine’s book series, the interconnected movies tell the story of the twin towns of Shadyside and Sunnyvale. While Shadyside is a dead-end town, Sunnyvale is doing very well for itself.