No matter how many shots of Dacre in his lifeguard gear and Joe Keery as a gay little sailor that they'd thrown at me in the trailer for the show I hadn't intended to binge the entire third season of Stranger Things this holiday weekend, and yet here we are -- I watched the whole damned thing. I blame it on two things -- one, we finally got a new TV and I needed some candy-colored to appreciate its hi-def visuals (and while Nicolas Winding Refn's spectacular show Too Old to Die Young certainly fits that specific bill that show, as glorious as I think it is -- it's the best thing on TV right now, and I hope you're watching -- is anything but binge-able).
Stranger Things is easily binge-able. Which brings me to my number two reason why I did in fact gobble the whole season up over the course of a couple of days -- the third season is by far the show's best. It doesn't break any new ground really, but it knows what works now and found ways to remix it to its best effect -- the pairings they came up with were inspired and sparked with chemistry -- and the new characters (Maya Hawke as Robin and Priah Ferguson as Erica specifically) made great additions. Notice how those were both girls? Meaning the show finally didn't feel like a miniature sausage fest, either. Girls got shit to do! 'Magine that.
That said I'm still here talking the sausage -- as many photoshoots of Dacre as I managed to post in the lead-up to the show I still managed to miss several, and so here as a late Monday break for our brains I offer up a couple dozen new pictures of our bad boy Billy, after the jump...