The Little Black Box
I am a watcher. For my first two decades I lived and breathed VHS. Coveting the magic bricks that let me watch 'Flash Gordon' whenever I damn well pleased. Even now my fetish blossoms as I rummage through my mother's garage of mislabeled boxes to be rewarded with the black plastic treasures of my youth. I rush to the living room, noticing that my adult hands had grown to the perfect size to brandish the cassette as an extension of my self, only to be denied by the sleek DVD player by the television.
The future comes to fast. After journeying through the distant reaches of science fiction for better part of my life, one would assume this to be less of a shock. Alas, here I stand 'Captain Harlock' in hand, with the realisation that I will probably have to order DVDs from France and watch it with German subtitles. Why did 'Blade Runner' never prepare me for this?
The future comes to fast. After journeying through the distant reaches of science fiction for better part of my life, one would assume this to be less of a shock. Alas, here I stand 'Captain Harlock' in hand, with the realisation that I will probably have to order DVDs from France and watch it with German subtitles. Why did 'Blade Runner' never prepare me for this?
