Netflix’s “The Boy Who Harnessed The Wind” Captures The Pain and Joyfulness of Native Heroism

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The newly acquired chairman of WarnerMedia Entertainment, that comprises of the tagging of HBO with TNT, TBS, and truTV, boldly took a stand against Netflix, by mocking the winning mechanics of the rival streaming giant, with the statement that reeks of palatable envy:

“Netflix doesn’t have a brand. It’s just a place you go to get anything — it’s like Encyclopedia Britannica.” “That’s a great business model when you’re trying to reach as many people on the planet as you can.”

Yes, it’s true that there are nights when the endless choices are so overwhelming that a growing sense of frustration paralyzes my taste buds.

And the “business model” of offering a healthily diverse platter may sound like the plan with zero tangibility to a powerful media mogul, who doesn’t appreciate that level of commitment to an evolving industry and globe — but to the population that has been yearning for seamless accessibility to the narratives that hit close to home — Netflix is a fucking god.

In the early stages of introduction, it was a reassuringly delightful surprise to discover the library of films from Africa, specifically my homeland of Nigeria. And things only got better when critical…