Lately, I’ve been thinking about how much time we spend trying to save time. Streaming made it possible to watch anything instantly, but mostly I find I spend longer deciding what to press play on. So I’ve started going backwards: back to the slower, more deliberate way of watching movies. The kind that requires you to leave the house, make a choice, and live with it for a week. It’s inconvenient and time-consuming, but that’s kind of the point.
Earlier this year I was tasked with hosting a Q&A event with the indie director Alex Ross Perry, whose two new documentaries were screening as part of Melbourne International Film Festival. One was a meta-textual story of the ambivalent and anti-corporate band Pavement, and the other was a filmic essay on the brief, significant existence of the video store.
After watching the latter, Videoheaven, I felt a deep nostalgia for the hours I’d spent wandering the racks of my hometown Blockbuster, searching for something that could cause the fewest arguments between my sisters and me while still supporting whatever fleeting teenage identity I was grasping onto at the time, like when I rented The Craft and began tight-lining my eyes with black kohl pencil.
I moved to Melbourne to study cinema at uni. My first share house, where I furnished my bedroom with IKEA’s cheapest mattress and milk crate shelving, was in Richmond. For $110 a week I lived five minutes from the video store that would completely expand my horizons. Picture Search was a cramped maze with towering, rickety wooden shelves teeming with every movie I could imagine. Like the Platonic ideal of the independent video store, it remains Melbourne’s last bastion of movie rentals, a relic from the pre-streaming era.
This was 2009, a full six years before Stan and Netflix launched in Australia. As they began to jostle for market share with all the other players in the streaming space, my DVD player got less and less airtime, until eventually it got unplugged for good.
Streaming really fools us into thinking we have infinite choice. Surely, if we’re all paying $15 for each of the half a dozen services that splinter off and divvy up the market, we should be able to find anything we could possibly want to watch? We all know how laughable that idea is.
Credit: Robin Cowcher
A few months ago I decided to opt out. I couldn’t stomach the thought of paying hundreds of dollars a year for the possibility that I might enjoy one or two movies. Not when the running list I’ve been keeping of movies I’ve always wanted to see and never got around to was growing year-on-year.
Inspired by Videoheaven, I made a return to Picture Search. On top of the $12 I paid for the four Alex Ross Perry movies – most of which aren’t available on streaming – that I rented to prepare for my Q&A with him, I had an outstanding late fee from the last time I’d been there. I was impressed that, in 12 years, it hadn’t accrued any interest.
