That's right, I've never seen a single episode of Full House. It originally aired between 1987 and 1995, or so Wikipedia tells me, a time in my life in which my interests were not aligned with family-friendly TV sitcoms. I understand that it was set in San Francisco and the Olsen twins were involved. Beyond that, I couldn't tell you a thing.
There is apparently a sequel series coming to Netflix. This trailer "dropped" as we say in the cool kids biz, yesterday or something.
I can tell it's set in SF because of the establishing shots of that bridge and Alamo Square. This is the exterior. I am informed by Google that it is at 1709 Broderick, vaguely near the bro-y section of Divisadero. I guess they probably hang out at Lion Pub.
Then there are some long shots of the interior. It looks expensive. These people were probably angel investors in Apple or something. The house is extremely staged. It is clear no one actually lives there.
BUT WAIT. At around 1:15, there is a development. A dog is in the house, apparently alone.
A car horn honks. Someone says, "Gosh, it feels good to be back. Hey, can someone help me with these boxes?" WHAT THE FUCK. Has the dog just been living in the fucking house alone since 1995? What has it been eating? Are there Olsen twins skeletons upstairs, stripped clean of flesh?
More voices. A group of people approach. The dog paws madly at the door. FINALLY, NEW FOOD. SALVATION.
Fade to black. Hopefully the next teaser trailer is the now-insane abandoned dog tearing them apart and gleefully consuming their limbs. THIS SHOW RULES.