The second season completes the comedy after two years of tragic events on the beach. After so long, Alyssa claims to be okay after everything she saw during the events that completely changed her life. Alyssa may discover that the events of her past are about to be pursued.
Critics Of "The End of the F***ing World - Season 2"
indieWire
November 05, 2019
Forcing more drama onto them after they've left only feels forced. It's a lose-lose scenario, and while I'll always contend there's a good way to keep telling many stories, this isn't it.
The End of the F***ing World costumes help enhance the unease between James and Alyssa, a visual metaphor for how close they could be, and yet how different their respective outlooks are two years on.
While the second season doesn't exactly feel necessary, it's still fun to take another aimless ride with the show's resident weirdos and see where we end up.
[Jessica] Barden and [Alex] Lawther excel; their characters perfectly toeing the line between being haunted by their pasts - both are subsequently more awkward and angry around one another - and confused teenage chemistry.
These kids win my heart and make me guffaw. Please, BBC/Netflix, don't make a third season. I want to walk away and always remember Alyssa and James in their awful, tentative, f***ed-up glory.
How do you describe a television show that's unlike any other? To oversimplify it, "The End of the F***ing World," is a pitch-black comedy about a pair of troubled 17-year-olds who meet and fall in love in a very unconventional way.
The result was bleak but dry, wry and hopelessly romantic, like Badlands relocated to Seventies suburbia. The series is stripped across the schedules for four nights, promising to surprise and beguile as much as the first.
