BLACK MIRROR Season 4 Teases All-New Emotional Torment

Jesse Plemons couldn't make us yearn for the end of humanity...could he?

Black Mirror has pretty well cemented its position as one of our great television series, and as the Twilight Zone of the twenty-first century. New seasons have been heralded with ever-increasing fervour and anticipation, and holy shit, is season four not going to reverse that trend. It lands on Netflix later this year, but a teaser trailer dropped today:

Here are your episode titles, then, with directors and cast, thanks to Variety:

  • Crocodile, dir. John Hillcoat, starring Andrea Riseborough, Andrew Gower, and Kiran Sonia Sawar
  • Arkangel, dir. Jodie Foster, starring Rosemary Dewitt, Brenna Harding, and Owen Teague
  • Hang the DJ, dir. Tim Van Patten, starring Georgina Campbell, Joe Cole, and George Blagden
  • USS Callister, dir. Toby Haynes, starring Jesse Plemons, Cristin Milioti, Jimmi Simpson, and Michaela Coel
  • Metalhead, dir. David Slade, starring Maxine Peake, Jake Davies, and Clint Dyer
  • Black Museum, dir. Colm McCarthy, starring Douglas Hodge, Letitia Wright, and Babs Olusanmokun

The titles are certainly evocative, and the imagery is familiar and strange in all the right ways. That's a hell of a directorial roster, too, with the collective CV including episodes of Peaky Blinders, Doctor Who, Boardwalk Empire, Game of Thrones, The Sopranos, Hannibal, and American Gods, and feature films like Hard Candy, The Road, and the underrated The Beaver. As always, Charlie Brooker wrote every episode, though USS Callister was co-written with William Bridges, as he with Shut Up And Dance last season. Gulp.

We'll all have our most-anticipated episodes, but for my money, I'm most intrigued to see Jesse Plemons as a starship captain in the very Star Trek-looking USS Callister. Those colours. That lighting. That Plemons. It's like Charlie Brooker knows me.

Regardless of what episode wins the inevitable jostle for fan favourite, they will no doubt all take unexpected and gut-wrenching turns, making us howl a song of sweet, sweet agony.

And that's the best kind of agony there is.