I love Netflix. I heart Netflix. It might be an exaggeration to say that Netflix saved my life, but not to say that it saved me from years of frustration. Since Netflix rolled out its vast array of movies and television shows available at the click of a mouse or remote control, gone are the days of wandering aimlessly up and down the aisles of Blockbuster, usually leaving with nothing in hand or something worse: a really crummy Steven Seagal martial arts flick.
With Netflix, over one lonely weekend, I can watch Steven Seagal age 20 years, gain 50 pounds and somehow emerge with more hair than he started, all without ever leaving my couch. Well, except for food and bathroom breaks.
And that’s the magic of Netflix, going through an entire oeuvre of a favorite actor, director or genre. It changed the way I watch movies and seasons of TV shows, consuming them in rapid fashion, so I don’t lose the thread of the story arc. Like I said in my opening I love Netflix or at least I love the service. Or at least I did.
Since the summer, the Netflix I had a bad crush on has broken my heart with one awful business decision after another and every one of them has been a “screw you” to the customer— to me, to you.