For the past week I’ve been making my way through the new Netflix Original series, Dark, a.k.a. “that weird German show with a noose on the title card.” I finally got to the season finale last night, and it was quite the cliffhanger! Or at least I think it was. The show is pretty inscrutable, and I didn’t even realize I was watching the finale until it ended and another episode didn’t just automatically start playing.
Turns out that my viewing schedule was perfectly timed (haha that’s a joke for people who have seen Dark!), because I got up this morning and found out that Netflix has officially ordered a second season! Though Netflix still isn’t sharing the viewership numbers, they did say that the program is one of “the most-watched entirely non-English shows” on its global service. So basically, if you haven’t binged it yet, you can still catch up with the knowledge that the end isn’t really the end. Unlike me, who got to the end and was like “WTF seriously? You gonna play be like that? WHAT THE HELL IS EVEN HAPPENING OMG.”
Dark is basically Stranger Things meets Broadchurch. It takes place in the small, wooded town of Winden, which is built around a nuclear power plant. Chernobyl fears combine with a fairytale setting to set the mood for the series. A child goes missing, and it may be related to another missing child case from 33 year ago — and not just because the brother of the first missing child is the father of the second. If the way that I phrased that sentence confuses you… well, welcome to the Dark experience. The whole show is like watching a long, drawn out “I’m my own grandpa” joke. The show is slowly, deliberately paced, with all of the town’s dirty deeds and generations of secrets unfolding around a central sci-fi conceit (that I won’t spoil here). You probably won’t breathlessly consume it in one sitting, but it is the kind of show that sucks you in if you let it. An episode will end before you know it, almost like a dream. A dream that makes you think REALLY hard.