
Have you seen Soylent Green yet? 1973. Charlton Heston. Women are furniture. Sort of a Mad Max meets I Sing The Body Electric. Anyway, my friend and I are an hour and twenty minutes into this, one of my final rentals from Blockbuster Online. I’ve cancelled my membership and I have two movies left to view and return. We’ve got seventeen minutes left to go. Charlton Heston is running through a Mad Human Disease factory, a shot and bloodied leg that produced a limp in previous scenes does not stop him from traversing catwalks and laddders while evading bad guys in these scenes. He’s on the verge of discovering one of mankind’s ugliest inventions, proof required to save the world from the evil Soylent Corporation. Alarms blare while dead-body dump trucks squeal around town in search of the Man Who Will Expose Their Dirty Deeds, thanks to a last minute death bed confession from Edward G Robinson in his 101st and final movie appearance, when all of a sudden - POOF!!!!
My TV screen goes black with a single horizontal line of video running across the middle. We can still hear the sirens and excitement, but can’t see it!
If I were paranoid, I could blame Blockbuster for this, as I am clearly cursed. (I have yet to mention that of the two movies that I rented with the TWO FREE IN-STORE COUPONS, one stopped playing after 44 minutes on my computer - just reverted to permanent pause - and the other arrived from Netflix the next day.) Between Blockbuster and Netflix…if the answer were a snake, it would have bitten me. Many times. And I would have died a slow torturous death. And then the Soylent Corporation would have picked me up and chopped me up into tiny flat green squares.










