Total Fuckin’ Access
here’s me, a Blockbuster loyalist.
i owe much of my film education to the Big Yellow And Royal Blue. (my other alma mater is Violet - which would you go with?) this is like saying i owe much of my digestive regularity to taco bell, but you get the sentiment. call me nostalgic, but i connect Blockbuster with a sixteen year old Me walking the familiar inner aisles (avoiding the new releases outer echelon), checking titles against my notepad, walking out with a stack of 10 bigass VHS cassettes on a friday night. no weekend was short a Blockbuster night for this teen Lothario.
which is why i ultimately chose its online rental service over the competitor. Netflix came to popularity at a time when i wanted to hit people for jumping on bandwagons. so i fought the nonconformist fight by turning ultraconformist. protest Amazon by shopping Walmart. makes no sense, but it was all the political activity i could muster in a post-fraudulent-election era.
here’s me, 2.5 years later, high and dry. people around me are Netflix buddies. they share recommendations, they rent obscure titles, they friend each other. i have no Blockbuster friends. if i did, they’d all be assholes or morons. so i was on the fence until last night, when i grabbed my freshly-delivered copy of Open Your Eyes (Abre Los Ojos), hoping for some of the magic of the beloved (by me) Cameron Crowe adaptation, to find that inside the little envelope, awaited Batman Begins. Full Screen Edition. last straw.
and this morning i read an item called Blockbuster vs. Netflix: The DVD Death Match on Gigaom. and the deal, as they say, is sealed.
