Other algorithms I do not have so personified, but the Netflix seems a lord and sinister, with mustache and gabardine with lamparones, who winks and says: "Come, fool, I have a little thing that you will like" . I do not know why I'm approaching, when I should call the police. I have not chastened. The algorithms of Facebook, Amazon and the rest of the TV platforms are more like harmless dependents of department stores that only want to get an honest commission. The Netflix, on the other hand, knows my dark secrets and takes me on nocturnal excursions through the slums.
Why, if not, do you always offer killer things to me? Terrible crimes in equally frightful towns. Corrupt policemen and prosecutors who arrest and condemn unfortunate innocents and sabers investigators who spend fifty years trying to prove their innocence, without the slightest success. The last one I've seen -because I see them from beginning to end, like a bulimic of the documentary reality- is titled The Williamson project, and I've been crossing the sidewalk for a few days when I meet some policemen, just in case I find them suspicious of any crime they have not yet solved. Netflix bombards me with those depressing and disturbing stories whose moral is that, in a corrupt system, nobody is free to be the scapegoat of another. The next one, says the gentleman in the raincoat, it could be you.
I guess I'm not alone in this swamp of guilty pleasure and morbid. If there are so many documentary series of this nature, from the almost historical Making a Murderer, It is because there are many of us who lose faith in the law and in justice by seeing them. It will be necessary to verify how many of them will be voters of Vox, because, after witnessing so much cruelty and so much corruption, they want to go to the mountain to a hut and drive away the tax collectors with a hunting rifle always loaded. Let's see what the gabardine algorithm is converting to us.