I hate you, Netflix. I hate you!
Like millions of film lovers out there, I got my little gem of an email from Netflix today stating that my $10 per month plan that included 1 DVD at a time and streaming would now be turned into a $16 per month plan! If I want, I could pay only $7.99 for one of these features, but not both. Where’s Teri Garr when you need her! I am referring, of course, to the film Mr. Mom, in which Garr’s character, Caroline, convinces the tuna fish company for which she works to lower its prices to help people out during the tough economic times, but moreover, I am referring to the fantastically lazy way that Netflix tried to disguise a case of simple greed. Why not just send me an email that says “Hey BC. A termite walks into a bar and says ‘Is the bar tender here?’ Hoped you liked the joke, now bend over…” I may dislike it just as much as I do right now, but I would have at least respected them more. Now, I don’t even want to wait around for the final season of Friday Night Lights to come in the mail before I quit (I have been hanging around the mailbox like a junkie waiting for his dealer to hit the block). Share in the rage, ladies and gentlemen! Let’s put a brick through Netflix’s windshield.