A closer look
Entire creative teams spend an entire grueling year painstakingly crafting ten brilliant hours of serialized storytelling, and you aggressively consume the entire thing in a single, exhausting sunday afternoon. As the final credits violently roll across the screen, you immediately launch onto public forums to fiercely complain that the pacing felt wildly rushed. You essentially devoured a delicate, incredibly expensive gourmet meal in three massive, unchewed bites and then boldly had the sheer audacity to criticize the chef's plating.
