By Hollywood.com Staff, Hollywood Staff
As Blockbuster announced on Wednesday that it would be closing down its remaining 300 stores, we are brought to memories of our evenings strolling through those vaguely damp aisles, considering which backup VHS to rent because, somehow, they still haven't gotten that copy of *batteries not included back yet. Blockbuster was a special thing to many of us who grew up in the '90s, offering unique experiences and ushering us into new kinds of movies. Here are a few of our recollections...
Julia EmmanueleI went on my first sleepover when I was in the fifth grade. My mother wasn't a big fan of them - she claimed that it was because she never experienced one growing up, and therefore didn't see the point, but I always suspected it was because she thought I would embarrass her if left to my own devices - and so it was a big deal for her to allow me to spend the night at my friend's house. As we waited for the pizza to be delivered, we stopped at our local Blockbuster to pick out some movies to watch, and as we combed the aisles for something we could agree on, she came across the first Scary Movie.
My friend had older brothers who had seen and loved the film, and so she was determined to see it too. She picked it up, along with two or three other, more age appropriate films, and told me that her father would never notice when he went to check them out. It didn't take much for her to convince me to go along with her plan, and she was proved right when her father wordlessly handed over the stack of movies to the clerk, along with his own picks. We waited until her parents went to bed to break out the film, which was filled with jokes we didn't understand because we were far too young. But we had a great time anyway, feeling like rebels for eating candy and watching and R-rated movie at midnight. (I was a very uncool child.) However, my joy was short-lived because when I returned home, I promptly told my older brother all about the movie I had seen the night before in an attempt to show off. Of course, my mother eventually found out about my tiny act of rebellion, and promptly banned me from any more sleepovers, on the basis that she couldn't trust that I wouldn't do the same thing again. So, thank you Blockbuster, for teaching me to think twice before I brag about breaking the rules.