Never heard of greencine which surprises me. Still remember when u could see your friends nf queue which could be pretty embarrassing We used nf a lot despite the corner shop and Le Vid. Prob cause it was cheap and I’m a cheap bastard
Never heard of greencine which surprises me. Still remember when u could see your friends nf queue which could be pretty embarrassing We used nf a lot despite the corner shop and Le Vid. Prob cause it was cheap and I’m a cheap bastard
GreenCine was comparable in price to NF DVD, but they focused more on arthouse, foreign, and cult films; they were like Le Video delivered to your door!
I lived in Lower Haight, so the Blockbuster on Church and the Tower Records up on Market were my goto. Heck, I musta bought 1/2 of Tower’s VHS stock when they started to migrate to DVD and when they were closing; sadly I sold them all off when I moved.
Le Video was like the special occasion excursion when looking for something obscure I’d read about, heard about or missed at The Castro Theatre.
I really do miss brick&mortar video rental stores though…the whole “Russian roulette” of renting a title you never heard of just because the cover art was cool and hoping the movie within was as entertaining as the packaging…
YES!!! Especially before the days of IMDB to "cheat" and see if something's worth my time. The good ol' days of browsing the rental store aisles has most certainly led to my guilty pleasure of B-movie schlock. This was ESPECIALLY true for being a kid in the 80s renting cheesy horror/fantasy/sci-fi movies. So many great covers, so many objectively terrible films. But some were honestly great too. No matter how it turned out though, it was always so much fun!
And just like renting NES games back in the day, you had ONE item you picked and were stuck with it for the weekend, so you were committed. Even if the game sucked, we plowed forward and honestly ended up having a good time suffering through crappy games (or movies) with our friends. Streaming movies and endless digital game downloads has kind of ruined some of that feeling. For better or worse, I'm nostalgic for that experience.
I still recall the glee in our aspiring sociopathic high school eyes when we found a video store that carried Faces of Death. Good times.
And where will future Tarantinos work and show off their cinema knowledge these days?
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