Sometimes I'm paranoid that Netflix employees are looking at my viewing history and wondering what sort of person I must be. "Whoa! She watched nine episodes of Frasier in one sitting? And last Saturday night she just stayed home and watched Jiro Dreams of Sushi twice in a row."
Watching a John Lennon documentary without his music is like reading a Dr. Seuss book without the pictures: only worthwhile if you're really high. It's like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich without the bread: all over the place. It's like an analogy used to open a movie review: forced.