Hello!
You want honesty? Here it is: I loved the way Jellyseerr looked. I thought, hell, why reinvent the cinematic wheel when someone has already welded the perfect chrome spinner? So I did what any rational, resourceful (read: stubborn) developer would do, I forked Jellyseerr, rolled up my sleeves, and started gutting out the parts I didn’t want. Turns out? That rabbit hole goes way, way deeper than you expect. Like, “let me just snag this cool lamp” and suddenly you’re stuck in someone else’s labyrinthine IKEA warehouse of code, sweating, cursing, and questioning your life choices.
After a few desperate rounds of code surgery and one spiritual crisis, I scrubbed the patient clean. In the end, what you see here is Jellyseerr-inspired, but reanimated in my own mad lab. I basically had to rip out the engine, duct-tape on some homebrew electronics, and hope it wouldn’t catch fire. If you want to see how the pros do it (or just want to throw a bone to the original brilliance) check out the Jellyseerr project and support them - https://github.com/seerr-team/seerr
Now, about this strange beast you’ve landed on:
SXY.xyz is my answer to every overgrown, ad-barfing, tragically “modern” film site that forgot what movies are for: watching, ranting, and bonding with complete strangers over the collapse of Nic Cage’s hairline. Built by one film obsessive for other sickos who get off on tracking every guilty watch, punching out reviews, making improbable lists, and—on occasion—shitposting with ferocious sincerity.
This thing started as a love letter to flat files, those stoic, drama-free workhorses that ran my earliest projects. No databases. No analytics slop. Just a Linode box and CloudFront with the reliability of a cockroach. I thought I could get away with that again. I was wrong. TV logs and flat files? Like trying to sink the Titanic in a kiddie pool.
So here’s what you really get: no ads, no corporate spyware, no “special offers.” Nothing but your movie logs, scribbled reviews, the power to follow, comment, and chat with fellow die-hards. Your data? I don’t want it, can’t monetize it, wouldn’t even know where to offload it if I tried. Just enough privacy to keep the lawyers and paranoiacs happy.
House rules? Don’t be a jackass, tag your spoilers, leave your hate speech and infantile chaos elsewhere. That’s it.
Why does this exist? Because sometimes you need your own clubhouse, one without neon popups in your face—just to remember why you started keeping lists in the first place. Maybe someday I’ll open source the whole circus if I get sentimental or just tired, but for now? This is my sandbox.
So, welcome to SXY.xyz, a minimalist madhouse for people who find comfort in cataloging, griping, discovering, and possibly yelling at the void about the exact moment cinema went off the rails. The chat is empty, the popcorn is theoretical, but the bad movie decisions are painfully real.
No ads, no bullshit, no apologies. Ever.
-Zero