"The OA was weird and sincere, bonkers and beautiful, spiritual and at times, religious, but never, ever preachy," Anna Menta says of the mystery drama that Netflix canceled Monday after two seasons. "It took big swings and never apologized for that. It was art. Like most great art, The OA made you work for it. Season 2 was, in some ways, a meandering disaster. More than once, I felt the impatient urge to skip through scenes. Who has the time for delayed gratification in the year 2019, when my favorite form of entertainment is still six-second Vines? But if you pushed through to the end—if you watched that finale—it was absolutely worth the wait. Did it tie together all the loose ends? Did it always make perfect sense? Was the giant, all-knowing octopus ever explained? No, no, and no, but it somehow still felt like a divine revelation, the exact same kind experienced by Detective Karim Washington as he stared through that damned rose window in the finale. More than that, Season 2 completely restored my faith that if creators (Brit) Marling and (Zal) Batmanglij were given the space and resources to realize the five-season plan they’d had mapped out—five NDEs, five dimensions, five seasons—that all, even the octopus, would be explained in time." ALSO: The OA fans launch a #SaveTheOA petition.