La Voz de Galicia – October 26, 2025 →
The other day, after finishing one of those movies that leave you deep in thought, Netflix decided I didn’t need to watch the credits and that I should move straight on to the next piece of content the app deemed appropriate. I tried to click on the “watch credits” button, but I couldn’t, and suddenly a horror series began, and those reflections that had lingered in my mind after the movie I had actually chosen vanished instantly with the shift in rhythm (and the sudden scare).
One of the things I miss most about going to the cinema is sitting and watching the end credits. There’s something almost magical in those few minutes after a story ends, a pause that allows you to think before moving on to the next task (whether leaving the theater or getting up from the couch). They’re just a few minutes, but they serve multiple purposes: to name those who contributed to the production, and to give us a moment to leave the universe we inhabited for a couple of hours… In those minutes, we begin to shape our understanding of what we’ve just seen, and for me they are essential, because they help me not to forget what I’ve learned from each film.
But what Netflix does is the same thing we do every day, when between meetings or while waiting for the bus, we pick up our phones and let ourselves be drawn to whatever the device decides is appropriate to capture our attention at that moment. We stop soaking in what surrounds us to live in that other world that pulls us along without meaning or direction, leaving us no time to think or to form our own ideas about what’s happening. What Netflix does is, in the end, just a metaphor for modern life.
