The Jerks at Netflix Have Canceled THE OA After Its Second Season and Brit Marling Responds

In the most disappointing entertainment news on the internet today, I am sad to report that Netflix has gone and canceled another fantastic series. The OA has been canceled after its second season. I don’t know why the streamer takes the very best original series and cuts them off in their prime. I was so sad earlier this year when I heard they canceled the hilarious comedy Santa Clarita Diet after its third season cliffhanger, and now we have news that they have canceled the most original and fascinating dimension-hopping sci-fi drama, The OA.

We got the first season of the series back in 2016, where we met the main character, a blind girl who went missing and was discovered years later, able to see, and having had withstood an unexplainable experience. She befriended an unexpected group of kids and their teacher, and took them on a journey through space and time to find the people she left behind. The second season was even bigger and deeper than the first, and ended up in a place that looked a whole lot like the world we know. I love this series, and I was so immersed in the world that was created by the star and co-creators, Brit Marling and Zal Batmanglij.

I have hope that this series will be picked up by another streamer or cabler, and we will continue to delve into the worlds of The OA, but according to Marling, it doesn’t sound like that will be the case. I still recommend the first two seasons, even knowing that’s the end for now.

Here’s the statement Marling made on Instagram:

Dear fans of The OA –

Some of you may know already or some of you may be learning from this letter that Netflix will not be continuing The OA.

Zal and I are deeply sad not to finish this story. The first time I heard the news I had a good cry. So did one of our executives at Netflix who has been with us since the early days when we were sketching out Hap’s basement on the floor of our production office in Queens. It’s been an intense journey for everyone who’s worked on and cared about this story.

Someone once asked me on a panel “why are you so obsessed with sci-fi?” I hadn’t realized I was “obsessed” or even that most of the narratives I’d written to date had been inside the genre of speculative fiction. I was caught off guard. The question had come out a bit like an accusation from someone who didn’t enjoy the genre, so I think I just said something like, “uh…it’s fun to world build?” But I’ve thought about that question a lot since then and I think an answer closer to the truth is this:

It’s hard to be inspired to write stories about the “real” world when you have never felt free in it. As a woman writing characters for myself and other women, it has often felt to me as if the paved roads for travel in narrative are limited. Perhaps one day I will be evolved enough as a writer to pave my own roads in “reality” (Elena Ferrante!), but to date I have often felt stymied.

I can write about the women “on top,” but then I am perpetuating the same hierarchies that oppress us (and just asking to shift the oppression to someone else). I can write about the vast majority of women on the economic bottom, but the power of moving images and charismatic actors often glamorizes or perpetuates the very stereotypes the film hopes to critique. I can write about self-deprecating women who expose the abundant gender inequalities for a good laugh, but then, as Hannah Gatsby said in her brilliant story Nanette, I am in some ways trading my humiliation for my paycheck and the chance to be let in.

Science fiction wiped this “real” world clean like an Etch-a-Sketch. Science fiction said imagine anything in its place. And so we did.

We imagined that the collective is stronger than the individual. We imagined that there is no hero. We imagined that the trees of San Francisco and a giant pacific octopus had voices we could understand and ought to listen to. We imagined humans as one species among many and not necessarily the wisest or most evolved. We imagined movements that got unlikely people in rooms together, got them moving, got them willing to risk vulnerability for the chance to step into another world.

That is what The OA has been for Zal and I and every other artist who joined us. The chance to step into another world and feel free in it. We feel profound gratitude to Netflix and the people we have worked with there for making it possible to make Part I and Part II. We feel proud of those 16 uncompromised hours. In large part, millions upon millions of you have given us this sense of pride by watching – with the comments you’ve left, the art you’ve made, the Reddit theories you’ve sown, the movements you’ve performed in public squares, bedrooms, nightclubs and backyards all over the world.

While we cannot finish this story, I can promise you we will tell others. I haven’t figured out any other effective coping mechanism for being alive in the anthropocene. And maybe, in some ways, it’s okay not to conclude these characters. Steve Winchell will be suspended in time in our imaginations, infinitely evolving, forever running after and finally reaching the ambulance and OA.

With love,

Brit

Have you watched the series? What do you wish we could have seen from a third season?

Source: Deadline