There's a particular kind of evening that feels almost cinematic in itself. The living room is dim, everyone's finally settled, and the TV is yours.
You scroll through your Roku the same way you always do: muscle memory guiding you past the same apps, the same rows, until something decent enough appears and the night begins. It's comfortable. It's familiar. And if you're anything like most people, you've barely scratched the surface of what your device can actually do.
