VideoDrome
Oh Videodrome—I owe you $27. I should be banned from the video store, instead every time I go in; they knock my late fee down to ten bucks. I usually feel very ashamed at my inability to do something so easy. I have a real romance with the video store experience. I like walking in to browse new titles, checking out the art house flicks, and inevitably ending up at the documentaries to try and make up for all those school days I slept through. I’ve only had the nerve to venture into the”Midnight Movies” section once—I rented Caligula thinking it was a earnest, historical account of Imperial Rome’s most eccentric emperor. It’s not. It’s porn. In a world that is now preoccupied with convenience, many of you have opted for a subscription to Net Flix. Fair enough, but don’t rule out your local video store that harbors those who have a love affair similar to my own. Support Videodrome—the staff is lovely and not at all the pretentious type sometimes associated with their kind.
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