I Survived ‘Black Mirror’ 4 and all I got was this need to Break the System

I am writing this fresh off finishing the 4th installment of Black Mirror and the only word coming to me is “how”? How the blerd bosses think I can produce anything of a remotely professional tone for at least a couple weeks after watching something like “Black Museum”? Like, the first draft of this was just an 858-word fiery rant of my personal passion for Black Mirror comprised entirely of exclamation marks and fire emojis, but I was told it doesn’t constitute as a coherent piece of work So….here we are. Words. So, if I absolutely have to use words, let’s run through a few and I’ll try to get manifest a point the best I can. How about: DISCOMFORT.

Black Mirror is running the entire cabal on discomfort. It uses it as a non-lethal device to disarm you into compliance, jam you blindfolded into the back of a van and take you for a ride that can end in any number of dark places. Fear. Sadness. Paranoia. Long-term Technological Resentment. Black Mirror season 4 is no different except, True to its fashion, even the familiar landscape we’ve acclimated to for 3 seasons now isn’t quite the same. BM4 still applies the trusty “watch out for technology” template on the surface, but upon deeper, analysis it’s the people— now more than ever— that are the untrustworthy element. Not the tech. All orbiting the concept of CONTROL. This season, maybe more than any other season before it, examines the ethics of the humans applying the future rather than the consequences of the “future” itself….