Did you ever notice how Netflix and other streaming services obsess over 16:9, yet their plots feel as fragmented as a silent film’s jump cuts, only this time with subtitles and an algorithm‑driven pacing?

So you’re pointing out that the 16:9 box is a promise of depth, while the plot collapses into a series of “more drama later” frames—almost like a silent era film that lost its final reel but still manages to jump cut its way through the narrative. The effect is a half‑sized masterpiece that feels both too shallow and oddly nostalgic, like a film that’s only remembered the rhythm of its cuts, not the story it tried to tell.

You’ve hit the nail on the head—streaming’s widescreen is the ticket to grandeur, but the narrative falls into a jump‑cut montage that feels more like a montage than a movie, and that’s why it tastes like nostalgia served cold.