Thoughts on the news that Netflix has cancelled The OA after two seasons:
I only caught up to the show very recently, and though I didn’t entirely love the second season (the first was much stronger in my opinion), the news of its cancellation is still so disappointing, because, imperfections aside, it was something very special–the kind of show that bites off more than it can chew and as a result goes too far off the rails sometimes, but that, at its core, is something very deep and contemplative and original.
It was smart and ambitious and powerful, and it asked a lot of big, important questions about a lot of big, important things, like life and love and family, and what it means to be human.
I know that its creators had a lot more of this story to tell, so it’s a real bummer, for them and for those viewers (myself included) who have become invested in the characters and the world they created over the last two seasons, that they won’t get to see this journey through to completion.
So while I’m glad Netflix took a chance on this strange and beautiful enigma of a story in the first place, I’m disappointed they didn’t have a little more faith in its ability to sustain viewership over the planned next three seasons.
Alas, another good one bites the dust too soon.