Netflix is trying to kill me, or to turn me into a mass murderer....

The movies that Netflix  says are right up my alley--"Just for you, Anatole"--are, maybe, what I'd watch if I were going to rent a hotel room in Las Vegas and start shooting people in the parking lot beneath my window (my reason being: If this is what human beings are like ¿Why not?).  I can't imagine how Netflix has formed this abysmal opinion of my taste in cinema.  Today, for example, somehow--I must have misclicked--I found myself past the opening credits and into the most irritating, nauseous chick-flick ever made: Abzurdah.  Jesus Christ.  Like I, happy, dismissive misogynist that I am (I, who threw popcorn at the screen when duped into viewing Adèle H.), am going to care about another dip-shit female's descent through obsessive stalking into abject anorexia?!?!  Are they trying to punish me?  Why would they suppose that I, who've watched all the Kurosawa movies they have in stock, would want to watch utterly vapid movies with perfectly insipid female protagonists?