Look at this monstrosity. You know where I absolutely don't need minimalism? A remote control, an object with one of the most consistent design languages for expressing a wide array of functionally-distinct buttons in a compact space. This heinous little fucker doesn't even have skip scene buttons, let alone eject, top menu, or any of the other sundry utilities that have been standard on DVD remotes for decades.
What does it have instead? Brands. Four of the most abominable media services on the planet adorn the largest, most visible buttons on this thing, just begging to get accidentally pressed when you least want to be yanked into Netflix hell. Dollars to donuts you can't configure those, either. I love to pay thirty dollars to get advertised to.

