Showing posts with label vhs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label vhs. Show all posts

Tuesday, 14 June 2016

Be Kind, Rewind: Blockbuster Video, Dereham Road, Norwich

The long-vacant Blockbuster video store on Dereham Road, Norwich. Video rental stores were pivotal to my soul, growing up: the small, local, independent places were clearly the ones to frequent (in my hometown in Yorkshire, it was a place called KC Video: the horror section felt fabulously shifty, as any self-respecting horror section of a video shop should), but I've got good memories of working my way through the shelves of Blockbuster too. My education in film came from places like this. I miss them.

Friday, 29 June 2012

"I Have to Return Some Videotapes"

God bless the VHS. The Golden Age of the video shop, the illicit thrill in finally getting one's mitts on pirated copy of something illicit (which, back in the '80s and most of the '90s, was the kind of horror that these days gets a '15' certificate rating), taping stuff off the telly, video box artwork... I must have spent a small fortune collecting movies back in my teenage years. Never took to DVD: I own maybe 2 dozen (I had hundreds of movies on tape). The realization that, to collect movies, you'll need to update every ten years or so with the latest technology, turned me off the whole 'need to own' in a big way. (Well, to an extent: I probably buy more books than is healthy).

Anyway. Videos. In this charity shop, 10p each, 15 for a quid. 'Danny Baker's Own Goals and gaffs,' anyone?