In my post on the end of Blockbuster for The AP Party, I mentioned that I'd miss video stores around the holidays because renting a movie was the quickest, easiest form of entertainment with family getting together. This is sort of an outtake, something I wanted to include in the post, but there was really no place for it.
One of my uncles who visited from out of town often picked something not quite appropriate for the holidays. Actually, his choices were sometimes wildly inappropriate. But who wants to watch Christmas movies all the time? Maybe he could've skewed his picks to more family-friendly fare, though.
The worst example of this was when he rented From Dusk Till Dawn. I have a lot of affection for that movie. I've written about how big a fan I am of Robert Rodriguez. And I think it's notable in the career of George Clooney, showing he could go from ER to leading a movie in a completely different kind of role.
So it was pretty funny watching vampires chomping on necks, while humans blew off their heads with shotguns. Blood, gore and cheese seemed like a great counter-balance to Christmas Eve church service. Grandma even watched with us politely, always happy if everyone else was enjoying themselves.
But it did get awkward at one point. Very awkward. Maybe you can guess when. It was Juliette Lewis' infamous line as part of Quentin Tarantino's dream/hallucination.
Yep. I remember going to the kitchen to fix an even stronger egg nog after that. My uncle and I exchanged knowing, "Oooh, that was bad" glances. (We had a similar moment years before when I got a VHS copy of Clerks for Christmas, and he wanted to watch it. Oops, there were kids around.)
But we never would've had such a moment without our nearby Blockbuster! So thank you for that.