The "240p" wasn't a choice. It was an archaeological condition. The original Betacam SP had degraded, then been ripped to a RealMedia file, then transcoded to a shaky MP4. The result was a world made of digital silt. Every frame was a snowstorm of compression artifacts. Faces were suggestions. The titular bay was a shifting mosaic of teal and grey blocks.
The host, a man named Leith who always wore a tweed jacket two sizes too big, stood on a crumbling dock. Or rather, a collection of brown and green pixels that my brain interpreted as a dock. Behind him, the water didn’t flow. It stuttered. A fishing boat would move three feet, then jump back two, trapped in a loop of poor keyframes. the bay s03e04 240p
But the 240p didn't hide it. The 240p preserved it, like a fly in amber. The "240p" wasn't a choice