Netflix. Stan. Foxtel Go. ABC iView.
The Australian consumer has a heap of streaming services to choose from at little to no cost.
I married Netflix before its Australian launch, flirted with Stan over Christmas and pretended I was my mother to access Foxtel Go. The combination had more or less satisfied my entertainment needs… until I met her: SBS On Demand.
She appeared out of nowhere and sat right beside me, like a hot stranger on an empty bus. Intentional? Convenient? I kept my eyes forward. Play it cool, Meredith.
Quick glance left: Documentaries that make Netflix and Stan’s offerings look like Year Four Ned Kelly reenactments.
I ripped my gaze back and shot off recommendations to my friends like Tinder screenshots: Family Rules, Inside The Chinese Closet, Undressed.
Play it cool, play it cool.
Daniella from Family Rules explains what it’s like to be called the “Aussie Kardashians.”
Quick glance left: Countless titles I’d only ever seen advertised in film festivals: Paris, Je T’aime, The Kids Are Alright, Beginners.
Eyes front. Count to three. One. Two. Oh. Who Cares.
Final glance left: The same shitty comedy I’d been binging on Netflix the night before: Brooklyn-Nine-Nine.