Alas, poor Blockuster! I knew them, Horatio; a video store of infinite variety, of most excellent selection. They hath entertained me a thousand times, and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is to know that they go into the void, having closeth 300 stores and posting videos by mail to my doorstep no more. My gorge rises at it: I am thereby compelled to ally myself with another bearer of videos. Here in my purse hangs the membership card that I used I know not how oft. Where be your online presence now? your gambols? your songs, musicals and horror festivals pressed into shiny digital orbs? your flashes of merriment that were wont to set all in a room on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own customer service smiles? quite chap-fallen? Or perhaps that was Charlie Chaplin? or the movie “The Fallen.” I know not.
My heart grieves for the passing of Blockbuster. I remember happier times when such merchants worked in harmony. I oft visited Movies Unlimited, Erol’s and Blockbuster itself, with its blue and yellow banner proclaiming its presence. What now to say of empty shops and goods priced to go indignantly into greedy hands, with shorter profits in a dying business’ coffers? What can one say to such disgrace, prithy tell me?
I shall see the red envelopes of NetFlix at my doorstep, but forget Blockbuster I wilt not.
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