Dear Netflix people,
I know I have told you in the past that I think your business model is ingenious, and other than your failure to offer even the softest of pornography, I have few complaints. I do however take issue with the condition in which I find your product recently. Some of these discs are so damaged that I can barely rip the movie files to my hard drive. Now I know the movie industry frowns upon such activity but there is no good reason why each disc should look like the U.S. Hockey Team used the underside for an afternoon skate. The law may be on your side but someday Hollywood will be content in the fact that my measley rental fee is all I will ever spend on their shitty movies, and that I will not squander said rental fees by letting a disc sit on my TV stand until I am good and goddamned ready to watch the outtakes of Wedding Crashers. I also have a huge fucking issue with spending thirty bucks on a licensed copy of a bad movie and am restricted by law to make a back-up copy so as to keep my original in the case and in mint condition in perpetuity. How much money does Tom Cruise fucking need anyway when he can't even do the simplest of accents? People who were born in London do not talk like they are from Syracuse. I am pretty sure this is true and am willing to suspend my disbelief only so far. So pretty please, with sugar on top, buy some new fucking discs.
Thank you for your time and attention,
AoE
Saturday, December 6, 2008
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