Last week Erik and I joined Flash Video, our neighborhood rental place. It is possibly the most ghetto rental spot in all of the 'Furt. It operates out of a corner in an abandoned office building, and when you walk in you see the owner's senile father sitting in a lawn chair, laughing and watching a dubbed version of "The Kingdom," or "Cheaper By the Dozen 2." The owner only comes out after a few tense minutes. He's like the Wizard when he pops out from behind an old- fashioned counter and says "Guten Abend!" which I hear as, "Well that's a horse of a different color!" Needless to say, I've never ventured to Flash Video alone.
But, alas, we need to rent movies sometimes, so we go. Besides Grandad, Flash's most distinguishing feature is its absolute chaos. DVDs are arranged in no order, and you can find "Raising Helen" in New Releases (that movie came out in like, 2004) next to "The Birds." Sometimes kids movies are mixed in with adult features and there is whole wall of super-duper-ultra-violent PS2 games.
We rented "American Gangster" last night and as Erik was paying I looked at the titles and noted how poorly some translated into German. My favorite was a copy of "Annie Hall," which was renamed "Die Stadtneurotiker." Or the Neurotic City. Germans take everything, including Woody Allen, way too literally.
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My cartoon bubble see the Movie Station, on West 7th. I can't believe our parents let us venture into that place alone! There was always a scary dude lurking in the porn section.
Mike was considered part of my video family.And obviously you escaped without much harm.
For the record - I'm with Emily. I always expected a shotgun-slinging psycho to come out from that creepy room behind the counter at the Movie Station. I don't care if his name was Mike!
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