Back in mid-March, a writer named Bekah McKendry posted an article on Fangoria's website entitled, "The Death of the Video Store." I'm not even sure now how I came across it, but I'm glad I did. It was a well-written, nostalgic piece that inspired me to share a few of my own thoughts and feelings on the downward spiral of brick-and-mortar video rental locations.
Bekah seems to be a few years older than me and as such certainly had a different experience with video rental stores than I did. She credits weekly trips to a local store called On Track Rental, which is no more, with her exploration of genre film and eventual desire to write for Fangoria. While I was born in the heyday of VHS, it took me 5 or 6 years to start diving head-first into film, pesky things like learning to walk and speak and play outside got in the way of my cinematic development. In fact, the first time I really remember watching a movie and being captivated by it was at the age of 6 when my dad and I went to the public library together and rented Star Wars. I know it's been that film for so many people, but that was the moment I fell in love with the movies. I've been seeking them out, watching and collecting them ever since, and that's why it pains me to discuss something that was still so integral to the cineaste's experience when I was growing up, but is fast becoming a fading memory.