"Movies you'll love!" It says. "Your Taste Preferences created these rows."
My taste preferences claim that I like:
Critically-acclaimed Cerebral Independent Movies
Dramas starring Toshirô Mifune
Visually-striking Dark Sci-Fi & Fantasy
Mind-bending Foreign Documentaries
Erm, Netflix has discovered that I am a huge, huge geek.
It then suggests films I might enjoy: Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog, Children Of Heaven, An Inconvenient Truth, Blade Runner (Final Cut), Seven Samurai, Good Night and Good Luck.
Dear Netflix: it's true - you've found me out; I am a geek of the first caliber and don't I know it. But here's my question for you: shouldn't you be encouraging me to branch out a little bit, rather than just feeding me more of the same? Don't you have some responsibility to, I don't know, harness the power of television to fry my geeky brain around the edges just a bit? Because really - you think O Brother, Where Art Thou? is going to make me lighten up and live a little? There's a word for what I'm feeling right now: it starts with an S and rhymes with 'schleptical'.
On a brighter note, under "Local Favorites for Washington, District of Columbia" you can find such gems as National Geographic: Guns, Germs and Steel, three seasons of The West Wing, and Ken Burns' The Civil War.
At least I'm in good company?
