It is Sunday, the Sabbath, the Lord’s Day, which is sent to punish us, as we cannot do anything good because we are worrying about Monday. On top of that, we are asking you to join us in the confession booth to unload.
No, it’s not a toilet, but unload your emotions, which we don’t talk about enough here at the Last Movie Outpost.
Today, in the confession booth, it’s not really about confessing your sins, but more trying to remember the good old days of movies. Look, it’s not a discussion or a confession booth thing, but it’s something. It’s hot, and I’m tired. This is the best I can do.
Stark wrote up a great Hollywood History the other day about VHS videos, the ‘electric box of dreams’. Not to brag, but the first video we had had a remote control. It was a long cable; there was no getting up and pressing play for me.
I don’t know about you, but one thing that is missing in today’s life is the video store. A magical place of wonder, where the movies were all categorised into different sections. Movies weren’t suggested for you because you had watched a comedy; all other suggestions were comedies.
If you wanted to browse the action section, you could. If you were tall enough, and the clerk wasn’t looking, you could sneak a peek at the back of one of the top-shelf videos. #winkwink (Did I spell that right? Yes, with an ‘i’ not an ‘a’.)
For this confessional today, let us reminisce about the good old days.
What fond memories do you have of your local video store?
Did you have one of those owners who didn’t care about mental scaring children and would let you rent all the video nasties? Or did you have to get an older friend to rent Commando for the first time? Did you ever watch any of the Electric Blue series of videos? Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m on about!
