There's some genuine gold in Netflix's library, if you go looking. An awful lot of dross too, to be sure, but there really is quality tucked away in amongst the mediocrity.

That's one of the reasons I find this particular essay exasperating - there is a measurable amount of serious work being distributed on Netflix, clearly made with care and passion, both in fiction and non-fiction. Yet Stallman's stance says to deplore those artists' work for their distributor's business practices. It's literally shooting the messenger.