Netflix is so much in the news these days that it is giving our daily dose of Donald Trump a run for its money. There’s its latest price hike, the move toward releasing metrics about key programs, spikes in subscriber growth, major award nominations and wins and so much more. Remember when it was just a relatively modest company that for a fixed monthly fee offered unlimited DVD "rentals" by mail to subscribers? (It still does, and its collection of movies is second to none.) Or when it was known simply for offering original content comparable to the best of cable television? It made binge-watching a thing. Then it began saving broadcast and cable series that had been put to death (or were close). The most recent example is You, which began as a series on Lifetime and recently moved to Netflix, home of the network rescues (Lucifer, Longmire, The Killing), reboots (Lost in Space, Queer Eye) and revivals (Arrested Development, Fuller House, Gilmore Girls). It has also picked up a series or two that were passed on by broadcasters when their pilots were completed (Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt, Chilling Adventures of Sabrina).