People didn't get it, and that's okay. The OA is what happens when performance art meets episodic streaming network content meets an acid trip. It's visceral. It's emotional. It's raw. You'll feel like a teenager again. You'll want to hunt down and end your abuser. It'll take you to the brink of sanity and back and you'll beg for more. When it's over (prematurely, as is often the case for great Netflix content) you'll be mad, but satisfied for having had at least some of the experience rather than none at all.
People didn't get it, and that's okay. The OA is what happens when performance art meets episodic streaming network content meets an acid trip. It's visceral. It's emotional. It's raw. You'll feel like a teenager again. You'll want to hunt down and end your abuser. It'll take you to the brink of sanity and back and you'll beg for more. When it's over (prematurely, as is often the case for great Netflix content) you'll be mad, but satisfied for having had at least some of the experience rather than none at all.




















