It began, he suspected, as most modern obsessions did — with curiosity. One evening, months ago, he’d been chasing an old film he loved, a movie that existed in his memory with the hazy edges of a dream. The streaming services all asked the same question: pay us, subscribe, upgrade. He wanted to watch without the commerce of it all, to enter the film the way he once had, when movies were public language and not just commerce. Someone in a forum mentioned a site with that odd, compact name: okfilmyhitcom. “Check the new section,” they wrote. “It’s where the unexpected shows up.”