It was a story about a generation that wanted to consume everything—every art film, every classic, every controversial masterpiece—but wanted it fast, small, and free. They gained access to the world's cinema, but they saw it through a fog of pixels.
He had watched a film about time destroying everything, about the inability to change the past, on a file format that was itself a degradation of the original art. He had watched a low-resolution copy of a masterpiece, and because of that low resolution, he had missed the very details that made it a masterpiece.
CinemaFan99 ignored the warning. He had seen Saw . He could handle anything.
CinemaFan99 closed his laptop. He didn't delete the file, but he never watched it again.
It is like asking for a gourmet steak that has been boiled in water to save calories.