Listening to the recovered logs is like listening to a dying star. You hear the final beep of the tape drive, then the dreaded click of death, then… silence. The review gets 5 stars for pure, gut-wrenching narrative.

Don’t watch The Crash of 1996 for action. Watch (or rather, read the transcript) for the existential dread. It is a 5-star masterpiece of what we lost. It is the reason you have a backup drive. It is the reason the Internet Archive exists.

What makes this “good” in a review sense is the sheer anthropological tragedy. Imagine all the “Under Construction” gifs. The MIDI files of “Smells Like Teen Spirit.” The angsty teenage poetry about AOL chat rooms. Gone. Forever. There is no Wayback Machine for the Crash of ’96 because this crash is why the Wayback Machine was invented .