Last month, my ‘Movie Guy’ License got suspended, and I’m still kind of reeling from it. I’ve spent most of my adult life doing what you’re supposed to do to stay in good standing with the movie dork community, so I walked into my review hearing with the confidence of an Oscar winner. I submitted my film school transcripts. Listed the documentaries and narrative shorts, the awards, the festival programs where they spelled my name slightly wrong. I talked at length about my years behind the counter at Blockbuster in the mid-2000s, watching physical media die in real time. I…