The Blockbuster near work is closing down and they were having a clearance sale. I stopped by after work, hoping to clean them out. My plan was to pilfer their foreign films, westerns, and classics.
I had a mental list. I was going to walk in, tell the first employee I saw, "Point me in the direction of your John Wayne section. You have She Wore a Yellow Ribbon? Where's Rio Lobo? The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance, yeah, that one too. Let's see, Clint Eastwood's minor westerns: Two Mules for Sister Sarah, Hang 'Em High, and Joe Kidd. Oh, and while I'm on the subject, I need one more Peckinpah. Bring me Bring me the Head of Alfredo Garcia. And now, Hitchcock. Any of these will do: Rear Window, Psycho, To Catch a Thief, or Rope. Those are the big four, but I'll take anything besides North by Northwest, which I already have. Alright, now...do you have Hidden Fortress, Rashomon, Seven Samurai, or Throne of Blood? What about The Killer or A Better Tomorrow? Shanghai Triad or Raise the Red Lantern? Anything by Park-Chan Wook or Kim Ki-Duk?"
But it was not to be.
They shipped most of the back catalog inventory, with all my westerns and Kurosawa pictures, back to the warehouse for distribution to other operating Blockbusters, and all the shit they had on sale at this store was all the pre-viewed DVDs they couldn't sell at other stores. And to make matters worse, it was just thrown together with no apparent order.
Still, I managed to pick up a few good movies. They had one Hitchcock, Strangers on a Train, a good one even, but the transfer sucks. They also had The Conversation, one of Francis Ford Coppolla's minor works but also one of his better ones. For foreign films, I picked up Let The Right One In and Shinjuku Incident, a Jackie Chan drama from Hong Kong. They also had The Expendables and Rambo, which I couldn't resist for sheer ultra-violence value alone.
I mean, have you seen Rambo?