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Thursday, August 06, 2009  
Personality Netflux
At this point in my life, with a post-graduate degree almost under my belt, I should basically know what I want to do for a living, in some part based on my own personality traits. I've always been interested in some sort of health-care, I think people are weird, I like toys, hence....therapist working with young children. It fits, no?

However, I begin to question myself thanks to my old friends at Netflix. Given my academic standing, as well as my impeccable taste in movies and television, summer trash reality TV notwithstanding. As a result of my expansive knowledge of entertainment, 2,015 ratings on Netflix and counting, I would think they would know me better than I know myself, what with all their high-falutin algorithms to generate recommendations. I've spoken about shoddy website recommendations way back with regards to Amazon, but frankly, Netflix knows me better than Amazon and it worries me what they are coming up with.

Now it's not so much that these recommendations are inaccurate, although some of them are, it's the vast range of them that makes them not only just plain bizarre, but somewhat contradictory.

They warm me up with a fairly, universally accurate recommendation based on my preferences:


Then, they segue into flattery by intellectually buttering up my ego:


"Cerebral movies based on contemporary literature." It sounds like a prerequisite interest to become a Mensa member. However, in stark contrast to this recommended category comes:


Now, I won't be as bold to bash the "Goofy Buddy" genre, but I will take issue with the manner in which Netflix is generating its recommendations. It's the same methodology as a horoscope. They either make vast generalizations or say one thing then contradict it right after, i.e. "You are an extroverted person, but at times you remain introverted." Well, obviously. At times, I feel cerebral in my intellectual film choices and other times I feel like a mindless, goofball comedy is more up my alley.

But then, Netflix turns around, and very nearly insults me.


I enjoy watching 'splosions and daggers being uncomfortably placed into other human beings and/or mutants, but why must you include "violent" in the classification? That sounds like a keyword that sets off the Patriot Act police, and I've already been accused of bending minds, so this isn't helping my cause to stay off the terrorist watch list.

I've gone from being classified as a geek, an elitist, a slacker and a barbarian. But Netflix saves the best category.... for last:


The most hated genre in my book is the romantic comedy. Nothing is more forced, fake and over-done than seeing the polar opposite male and female leads hating each other for 93% of a film then magically falling in love after a montage all culminating atop a hill, on a beach or somewhere in Europe. And they go even farther by specifying "strong female lead." It's not like I feel empowered when I watch a strong female character in a film. The only time I feel empowered is when there's a strong female in the kitchen... where they belong. I rooted for the energy company in Erin Brockovich.

One thing Netflix did get right about my personality when it comes to my choices in entertainment, and that is that they are eclectic. From Classics to Comedy, Uwe Boll to Scorsese, The Sopranos to Shot at Love with Tila Tequila. But when they're classified in categories by the Netflix programmers, they're disconcerting to say the least. Can't I just say that I like Thrillers, Sci-Fi, and Comedies, not Thrilling Critically-Acclaimed Female-Centric Comedies in a Post-Apocalyptic Setting?


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