This summer, Netflix UK released a big show, KAOS, which is a modern take on Greek mythology, with Jeff Goldblum leading the cast. Fans were wondering if there would be a second season, but sadly, the show has been canceled after just one season. This news came from an Instagram post by one of the stars, which was later deleted.
Netflix has been clever recently with naming first seasons, not including season numbers, but KAOS was definitely meant to have more than one season. If you’ve watched episode 8, you probably noticed how it was setting up for future seasons. However, the show has ended.
Officially, KAOS has been canceled.
As of October 7th, it’s confirmed that Netflix won’t continue the show. The news came from one of the stars, Aurora Perrineau, who shared it on Instagram, but the post has since been deleted.
“Well, this one really hurts.
It’s hard to explain how I’m feeling, but I’ll give it a try.
When I started auditioning for this show, I knew it was special. Charlie Covell’s scripts connected with me in a way most things didn’t. I felt like I knew all of these characters, and I loved every part of them—their flaws and everything.
For one of the first times in my life, I’m really proud. I’m proud of everyone’s hard work and dedication to the project. They gave it their all. But I’m also proud of myself, which is something I’ve struggled with.
When I got cast, I was shocked that someone actually saw me. As a minority and a survivor of sexual assault, I couldn’t believe someone thought I could be one of the lead characters. I had my own storyline, my own goals, and was seen as desirable, even having two love interests. I was worthy of that? This whole experience really changed how I see myself.”
The show’s cancellation wasn’t officially announced, but when a fan asked the actress if the show had ended, she replied, “Sadly, yes.” (Thanks to kitsch-zip for the info.)
The creator of KAOS, Charlie Covell, mentioned that she would love to do more seasons in the future. In an interview with Cosmopolitan, she said, “Anything is possible,” and shared that her original plan was to have three seasons. She has many ideas for where the show could go.
Covell also said that even if the show doesn’t get renewed, season one can still be enjoyed on its own. She explained that she didn’t want the season to end with a big cliffhanger and hopes viewers find it satisfying. However, she would love to work with the same actors and team again, calling the experience a dream come true.
why was KAOS canceled?
When it comes to renewing a show, viewership is the most important factor. No amount of marketing can make people start watching or keep them watching until the end. That’s how we’ve been able to predict some major cancelations before, and based on early numbers, things aren’t looking great for KAOS.
Looking at Netflix’s global weekly top 10, KAOS was in the top 10 for the first four weeks it was eligible, with 98.9 million hours watched, which equals about 14.9 million views.
In week four, Netflix changed KAOS from being called KAOS: Season 1 to KAOS: N/A, which suggests it’s now considered a limited series.
Comparing its performance in week three with other Netflix shows that debuted in 2024, KAOS is falling behind some of the biggest-budget shows in the charts by week three.
Let’s compare how KAOS performed week-to-week with some shows that have been renewed, like Supacell, The Gentlemen, and My Life with the Walter Boys, and others that got canceled, like Dead Boy Detectives and Obliterated. So far, KAOS is falling behind compared to these shows.
In the final episode of season 1 of KAOS, things are shifting against Zeus, who seems to be losing his power. His vision of himself bleeding comes true, and a water feature symbolizing his strength collapses.
Here’s a quick recap of where the key characters are: Prometheus is no longer under Zeus’s control and now sits on the throne in Olympus. Riddy, who spent much of the season in the Underworld, has returned to Earth and met Cassandra, who tells her she’s now a prophet and needs to go to Ari to “set the living free.”
Meanwhile, in the Underworld, Caeneus is given the power to renew souls, surprising Hades. He’s also tasked with setting the dead free.
Ari, having fulfilled her father’s prophecy, is now in charge of Krete. She tells her mother she won’t rule for the Gods. Instead, she strikes a deal with the Trojans to rebuild Troy and destroy Olympus. The season wraps up with Dionysus outside the palace, and Hera making a call to gather troops and prepare for battle.
What happens next is only known by Atropos, Lachesis, and Clotho. But it looks like there will be more efforts against Zeus, as Olympus is becoming more unstable. Since Zeus is weakened, Hades will likely lose control of the Underworld, which he warned about earlier in the season. If that happens, everything could fall apart.
Neighborhood Drama: My Mom’s Garden, the Thieves, and My Daring Revenge
Equipped with dash cam footage and a creative streak, Amber made a funny poster known as the “wall of shame” to deter her mother’s garden thieves. Although Amber’s audacious retaliation became the talk of the town, not everyone thought her billboard was funny.
There are benefits to residing in a charming suburban community in Texas. The light always seems to be shining just perfectly, the air smells like freshly cut grass, and the gardens—oh, the gardens—are breathtaking. The jewel in our street’s crown was my mother’s garden.
She put everything she had into it—planting every plant, tending to every flower, and painstakingly placing each garden accent. However, her joy and pride had recently been the object of some extremely thoughtless, sticky-fingered neighbors.
By the way, my name is Amber, and this is my story about why I chose to take revenge on my mother’s garden.
Small-scale thefts were initially committed. One day a garden gnome went gone, the next a potted plant vanished. Mom initially believed she was going insane.
“Perhaps I lost it,” she would murmur, her brow twisted in perplexity.
But then, over night, whole plant bulbs began to disappear. The most detrimental aspect? Her beloved tulips, which she had spent years honing, were there. Mom was heartbroken, and I was enraged.
The robbers even started carting stolen Mom’s garden statuary! One of the stolen gnomes was her favorite, a little ceramic elf with a mischievous grin that seemed to bring the garden to life.
And the plants, oh, the plants! Whole flowerbeds tramped over, roses stripped of their petals, young saplings removed and allowed to wither.
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It was more than just annoying.
One morning at breakfast, I said, “There has to be someone nearby.” “Who else would sneak around our garden in the middle of the night?”
With misted eyes, Mom sighed. “Amber, I simply do not understand. Why would someone act in this manner?
“I’ll find out,” I said, resolutely fixed in my jaw. “And when I do, they’ll regret ever messing with your garden.”
At first, I had no idea how I would apprehend these plant robbers, but then it dawned on me: the dash cam.
My vehicle was facing Mom’s garden when it was parked in the driveway. I configured it to continuously record in the hopes of apprehending the offenders.
I watched the video a week later. Bingo!
There they were, several of our nosy neighbors, slipping into the garden under the cover of darkness. They dug, plucked, and stole one by one. It made my blood boil to watch them.
I recognized several of them immediately.
There was Mr. Green from across the street, who I’d once caught staring at Mom’s roses; there was Mrs. Parker from two doors down, who was always chatting up everyone about their business; and there were even the Watson twins, who were known for getting into trouble.
It resembled a blatant parade that was taking place in our own backyard.
However, then a thought emerged. I would give them a stage if they wanted to create a show out of themselves.
Over the next three days, I worked on creating a poster that would deter any would-be burglar.
It had sharp pictures of our petty neighbors with clever captions underneath each one.
“Mr. Potato Head” gave a shy smile while he picked up a garden gnome. “Petal Pilferer” held a bunch of her mother’s tulips as if it were a prize. The pièce de résistance, of course, is “Pothead” hoisting a potted fern.
And my masterpiece’s title? “Go Away Without Us! Stealing makes you appear like a real sap, so avoid becoming a garden thief!”
It was priceless to see Mom’s response when she saw the poster
Amber laughed so hard she almost sobbed, saying, “Amber, this is brilliant!” “Let’s put it up right away.”
The poster was prominently displayed in our front yard for everyone to see. And wow, was it noticed by many?
Our front yard was a tourist destination by the next morning. Soon, the entire neighborhood was bustling as cars slowed down and pedestrians paused to take pictures and stare.
Reactions were varied and quick
While some of our neighbors smiled and praised our inventiveness, others ran past, clearly embarrassed and afraid they would be up next on our wall of shame. It was everything I hoped for and more.
I was inside, having my morning coffee, when I observed a group of kids snapping photos in front of the billboard. I couldn’t resist grinning. “Well, Mom, I think we’ve made quite the impression.”
Mom’s eyes glistened with a mixture of satisfaction and amusement as she peered out the window. “All right. Now perhaps they will reconsider before tampering with my garden.”
A knock on the door cut short our conversation just then. When I opened it, there was a cameraman accompanying a youthful, enthusiastic reporter who was holding a microphone.
“Hello, this is Julie from News Channel 5. We would be delighted to discuss your… innovative strategy for combating garden thieves with you.”
Mom and I looked at each other.
I said, “Sure, come on in,” and moved aside to make room for them.
For the next thirty minutes, we talked about the dash cam footage, the thefts, and our choice to hang the poster.
I could see the reporter savoring it, and Mom’s love for her garden was evident
Julie grinned at us as they gathered up their gear. This has the makings of a fantastic tale. I appreciate your time.
The altercations started soon after the news crew left. First up was Mr. Thompson, father of the teenage boy caught red-handed. He stormed up our driveway, his face as red as a tomato.
“How dare you embarrass my son like this!” he shouted, waving his finger in my face. “He was just trying to bring flowers to his sick girlfriend!”
I crossed my arms, unimpressed. “Really, Mr. Thompson? At midnight? From my mom’s garden? Does he have a problem with knocking on the door to ask if he can have flowers?”
He snarled something unpleasant under his breath before turning on his heel and stomping off.
I laughed, shaking my head. “Well, that went well.”
The next confrontation was a bit more pathetic.
Mr. Jenkins, an older man with a perpetually worried expression, shuffled up to our porch holding a plant cutting. He avoided eye contact while he spoke.
“I, uh, think my wife took this by mistake,” he murmured. “She’s on the town’s board of directors, you know. Can we keep this between us?”
Mom’s mischievous eyes twinkled. “Tell her to make like a bee and buzz off.”
Word got around like wildfire. Some neighbors thought the poster was brilliant, a long-overdue stand against petty theft.
Others thought we’d gone too far, turning what should’ve been a private matter into a public spectacle. At the town meeting that evening, opinions were split right down the middle.
“I think it’s great that someone finally did something about it!” As she spoke, Mrs. Collins clapped her hands. “People should respect other people’s property!”
“But it’s humiliating!” Mr. Perez got into a dispute. “You’re turning the neighborhood into a circus!”
Mom and I stayed put during the spirited arguments.
When the neighbors threatened lawsuits, we reminded them that we could also sue for theft and trespassing. That shut them up pretty quickly.
Back home, Mom and I settled into our usual evening routine. She tended to her newly flourishing garden while I kept an eye on the front yard, still bustling with activity.
A couple of college kids were taking a video in front of the poster, narrating the whole saga for their followers.
“Looks like we’ve gone viral,” I remarked, swiping through my phone. “We’re all over social media.”
Mom smiled, her eyes softening. “All right. Maybe now they’ll think twice before messing with anyone’s garden.”
In the weeks that followed, the thefts stopped completely. Mom’s garden started to grow like crazy. The grass turned greener, fresh flowers opened, and even the garden gnomes appeared to smile a little more broadly.
The poster remained up, serving as a daily reminder to appreciate the labor and assets of others.
The poster quickly became the stuff of local legend.
Visitors from nearby communities stopped by merely to take pictures and exchange anecdotes. It came to represent the tenacity of the community and the value of standing up for what is right.
Mom turned to face me one evening while we were enjoying the cool Texas breeze on the porch. Her eyes were beaming with pride.
“Without you, Amber, I couldn’t have completed this. I appreciate you defending my garden and me.”
I grinned as a wave of warmth passed through my chest. “What can I do for you, Mom? Anything at all for you.”
And as the sun descended on our idyllic suburban neighborhood, I realized that we had strengthened our bonds as a community in addition to safeguarding Mom’s garden.
Because in the end, it wasn’t just about the flowers or the gnomes. It was about respect, resilience, and the power of standing up for what’s right.
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