So I'm in Blockbuster, I've got some movies to trade, and I'm looking for a couple titles in particular. I check the shelves. No dice. Then I approach the friendly/absurdly young clerk to see if maybe I'm looking in the wrong area:
"Do you have Delicatessen?" I ask.
He looks. "No."
"City of Lost Children?"
"No," furrows his eyebrows. "These are some pretty old titles."
"As in 1990's?"
"Yeah. 1991."
"Have you ever heard of Casablanca?"
Silence. I haven't decided yet if was deliberately ignoring me, or just confused.
"How about Body Double?"
"Uhhh...nope."
"Dead Man?"
A moment. "No. These are some obscure titles."
I stare incredulously. "Johnny Depp?"
He shrugs.
I don't know why I bother. I wish I lived closer to Portland and Videorama in The Pearl. I knew I was home when one of the first Director categories I saw was labeled "Jean Renoir."
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