mind-blowing tv: the OA

Krystal DehabaTV

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Excuse me while I uselessly flail around for the next few days. I’ve just finished watching the first season of OA, and I haven’t yet put together the pieces of my broken mind.

I mean WTF did I just watch?

It was glorious.

Viscerally compelling.



Or maybe there’s a point and I just don’t see it.

I have no idea what’s going on.

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Is it real?

Is it not real?

Why was that FBI agent in her house when that person “broke” in to look for clues?

Where did her parents take her after she and the five were caught chatting in the house?

Why were their hour-long meetings so looked down upon?

What trial?

Ankle bracelet for the WHY?!

And then that last scene, the bullets ricocheting, the fear, the brave dance, the bullet, chasing after OA and wanting to go with her.

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If you haven’t watched it, you’re probably wondering what the heck I’m going on about. If you have watched it, you’re probably nodding and crying and wanting season two right this very minute.

And Homer.

Oh, Homer.