By Frank Macek I remember the moment streaming felt like a genuine revolution. It was sometime around 2013, and I had just finished watching an entire season of a show in a single weekend. No commercials. No waiting. No cable bill with 300 channels I'd never watch. Just me, a laptop, and unlimited content for the price of a couple of fast food meals a month. It felt like the future had finally arrived. That feeling is gone. And the more I think about it, the more I believe we — the viewers — were never really in control of any of it. Streaming was sold to us as liberation. Liberation from the tyranny of network schedules, from cable bundles crammed full of garbage, from the indignity of watching commercials for the same truck four times during a two-hour movie. And for a while, it delivered on that promise. But somewhere between the rise of a dozen competing platforms, the death of the DVD, and the quiet disappearance of shows we loved, streaming stopped working for viewers. It sta...