An old console TV flickers and plays The Lost Boys , which is catnip to Alex. Next to it is a slice of pumpkin pie, and he takes a big old bite of it like a total rube.
His passion for the horror genre has made him a pariah among his grade-school peers, which leads him to dismantle a bedroom full of posters for movies such as “The Lost Boys” and “The People Under the Stairs,” and to gather his “nightbooks” of self-penned short stories for disposal in the basement furnace of his apartment building.
The opening scene of Netflix’s new horror-lite offering finds the film’s pint-size protagonist, Alex (Winslow Fegley), in a bedroom festooned with posters from the same scary movies we all grew up on, from The Lost Boys to A Nightmare on Elm Street — movies that weren’t necessarily made for kids, yet made a deep impression on the generation of youngsters who managed to clap their eyeballs on them anyway.
Fangoria magazines, The Lost Boys playing in the background (with Cry Little Sister playing on and off in little bursts); these little winks are like little spoonfuls of candy to the modern horror fan.
Alex doesn’t get very far; he passes by an apartment with a door wide open and the TV playing The Lost Boys .