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Mere minutes after reporting on the demise of HBO Max series Head of the Class, I’ve tasked myself with delivering the news of yet another freshman series that’s set to go the way of All-Flash (Jay Garrick, we hardly knew ye), Netflix’s Julie and the Phantoms. Apparently ye olde scribbler of pop culture words and bromides has become the veritable Messenger of Death for the loyal contingent of fans for various and sundry series that are on the dreaded bubble. Quick, someone forage about for a news story I can write about a series getting a renewal!
From our The New Adventures of Beans Baxter aficionados over at Variety comes the sad news today that Netflix has opted to pull the plug on Julie and the Phantoms after one season.
For those not in the know, Julie and the Phantoms is, er, was about a teen called – you guessed it – Julie who discovers her boundless love for the world of music courtesy of a band of teen dudes who go by the moniker of The Phantoms. Plot twist time: The Phantoms have been dead for a quarter of a century and it’s up to Julie to help them transform into the band they were never quite able to be in life. Now who wouldn’t sign up to follow this series for the duration? Well, Netflix apparently – Sigh; life.
Director and producer Kenny Ortega took to the spooky world of Instagram to both confirm and lament the cancelation of his series: “Our Julie and the Phantoms family want to send our love and endless thanks to our Fantoms all over the world for the tremendous outpouring of love and support you have shown us since our premier. We learned this week that Netflix will not be picking us up for another season. Although our hearts are saddened, we move on with such pride for what we accomplished as a team and the family we built while creating Julie. We hope you will continue to follow us as we move forward with our work and careers. Happy holidays to you all. Wishing you good health, love and perfect harmony in all you pursue!”
It’s always traumatic when you’re a fan of a series that, for whatever reason, doesn’t quite make the cut. Hey, I’ve been there (My So-Called Life, Freaks and Geeks, Werewolf, Homefront). Perhaps it’s best to go out with a salient bromide from our old buddy Alfred Lord Tennyson that holds as true today as it did when first uttered lo those many moons ago: “tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.”
