‘Blockbuster’ Is So Bad Millennials Should Be Offended

Everything we can’t stop loving, hating, and thinking about this week in pop culture. [Manage newsletters]( [View in browser]( [The logo for Daily Beast's Obsessed] Everything we can’t stop loving, hating, and thinking about this week in pop culture. with Kevin Fallon Everything we can’t stop loving, hating, and thinking about this week in pop culture. with Kevin Fallon       New This Week - Blockbuster deserves better! - Mariah vs. Martha - Important Sister Act news - Rihanna, wyd??? - Hope for the future     The Blockbuster Generation Deserves Better Somewhere in a basement in Maryland, there is a VHS tape of The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. Allegedly. The truth is that my siblings and I never found it, which is how my poor father ended up having to pay a fine to, against his will and much to my embarrassment, own the Blockbuster rental copy of the film. Forgetting to [return a Blockbuster rental](—or losing it entirely—and then having to weather a parent’s exasperation when they’re forced to buy it is a rite of passage for [Gen X-ers and millennials](. Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants was not the first, nor the last, acquisition that the Fallon Family VHS Library made in this manner. Purchase-via-negligence was as much the quintessential Blockbuster experience as roaming the aisles of the video store itself. I don’t often feel bad for [the younger generation](—you have your youth, bastards!—but the fact that they’ll never experience a middle schooler’s Friday night at Blockbuster is particularly devastating. For those of us who did, it’s a shared, foundational memory that bonds us. Nagging Dad until he relents and piles us all into the minivan, heading to the strip mall. The full hour spent navigating the displays of new releases. Negotiating whether to rent Austin Powers or The Waterboy, and treating the decision with the gravity of Sophie’s Choice. Pretending that renting Tower of Terror or The Big Green a dozen times each at $6 a pop made more fiscal sense than just purchasing the film. Getting permission to buy snacks in the checkout line and being so excited, because you know that it’s a splurge. I speak for us, the people who know that Titanic was on two VHS tapes. We, the ones who could rank Capri Sun flavors, and for whom tearing the seal of a Sunny Delight bottle is a sense memory. The ones who know what I’m talking about when I say that in your thirties, your body looks like what happens when you pop open a Pillsbury biscuit can, and the dough kind of bursts out and expands. We’re the ones who still refer to groups of people as Spices, as if it were 1997...and we were on our way to Blockbuster. It makes sense that brick-and-mortar Blockbuster stores closed, considering that VHS tapes and DVDs, for all intents and purposes, no longer exist. And the fact that the chain is so viscerally tied to a frozen-in-time life experience amplifies the extreme nostalgia surrounding it. This sentiment explains [the intense fascination]( there is with the last remaining Blockbuster store, which operates in Bend, Oregon, and was recently the [subject of a documentary](. And it is why there was so much excitement for Blockbuster, the new Netflix comedy series, about what it’s like to work in that last store. There is a warranted protectiveness that—brace yourself for the most upsettingly violent phrase in the English language—[geriatric millennials]( feel toward Blockbuster, because of that nostalgia and those cherished memories. Understandably, then, we are going to more highly scrutinize the Blockbuster series than we would other innocuous streaming comedies. Knowing that, I can say pretty definitively: We, the Blockbuster generation, deserve better. It is confusing that Blockbuster, with that audience desperate to love it, misses the mark so egregiously. The show, for reasons that are not entirely clear, moves the last remaining Blockbuster from Oregon to Michigan, where Timmy (played by [always endearing Randall Park]() is the manager. At the beginning of the first episode, he gets the news that his location will become the only Blockbuster left in the country, and his employees (Melissa Fumero’s Eliza, Tyler Alvarez’s Carlos, and Olga Merediz’s Connie) spiral about what it means for their future. Because he believes in the store so much and feels so bonded to his staff, Timmy rallies the troops for a ra-ra campaign to make sure their Blockbuster lasts, despite the odds. The idea of this series being on Netflix, of all the streaming services, is kind of perverted. There’s a tossed[off line early in the premiere about a customer not having been to the store for years, because he was busy watching Netflix. There’s no further criticism of the streamer, despite the fact that many physical media-lovers blame it for the chain’s decline. (Though that’s [not exactly the case](.) That toothlessness is a bit disappointing. More confusing, though, is the series’ disinterest in tapping into the nostalgia that we just waxed on about. It also seems like a missed opportunity that the show doesn’t make a firm case for the value of a video store—like how it nurtures the love for cinema or offers unique curation capabilities, courtesy of the employees. There are fleeting moments that hint at this, in which different characters talk about movies they love or express why they like being a part of the Blockbuster tradition. But most of the characters explicitly state their indifference towards Blockbuster, claiming that they’re just there because they need a job. That’s fine—it ties into what seems to be what is instead the “point” of the show. Blockbuster is a workplace sitcom, which tracks, given creator Vanessa Ramos’ past experience on the NBC comedy series Superstore. But even that premise doesn’t entirely land. In the early episodes, Timmy’s pledge to save the store is framed as a crusade for small businesses. That element is pretty much abandoned quickly, despite the premiere’s odd, shoehorned-in wink to the absurdity of its politics: “Isn’t it ironic that the small business taking a stand against the big corporation in this scenario is actually a franchise of a once-huge corporation, named after the exact type of big corporate movies that killed off smaller movies?” Eliza says. Maybe if Blockbuster leaned further into that meta self-awareness, there would be more about it to recommend. But the thing that makes it special, the connection to Blockbuster, is essentially ignored, resulting in a workplace comedy that isn’t particularly unique or memorable. Instead, there’s commentary about the differences between millennials and Gen Z that isn’t novel or clever. A will-they-won’t-they relationship between Timmy and Eliza couldn’t be snoozier or more obvious. And even with scene-stealers like [Curb Your Enthusiasm’s JB Smoove]( in the supporting cast, there’s no character that stands out as having potential to be a fan-favorite. It’s a disposable Netflix series, so none of this matters. But let’s just say that if it were 20 years ago. and we had rented these episodes on a DVD from Blockbuster, we wouldn’t have to worry about late fees for keeping it too long. We’d have returned it immediately.     It’s Tiiiiiiiiiime It is time to make an addendum to the popular, historic idiom: In this world, nothing is certain but death, taxes, and a Mariah Carey Christmas. The story of Carey’s decades-long journey to Yuletide dominance—Santa who?—need not be reiterated. [She has told it](. [I have told it](. [She has told it to me](. (It has been nearly a year since Mariah Carey said that she would like one of you to [date me for Christmas](, and it’s been frankly rude of you to so blatantly ignore her.) What’s remarkable is that her annual omnipresence is, somehow, not irritating. We’re a society that scoffs when things become too mainstream, too popular, and too fun. (Nothing kills a cultural phenomenon quicker than the realization that people are enjoying it.) Yet, anecdotally, that hasn’t seemed to happen with Carey’s yearly Christmas blitz. If there’s something “basic” about obsessing over Christmas, obsessing over a celebrity who is obsessed with Christmas is basic to exponential levels. To not feel embarrassed about that? It’s a holiday miracle. God bless us, everyone. The reason for this stating of the obvious—Breaking: Mariah Carey is popular at Christmas—is that it’s time. As in, as Carey musically coos, tiiiiiiiiime. Halloween is over, it’s November, and it’s permissible to think about the holidays. Everything was running as planned (there were the requisite [videos and memes]( as the clock turned to Nov. 1) until pop culture’s other holiday royalty derailed things. An early Christmas treat for all of us: Martha Stewart and Mariah Carey are (playfully) feuding. Listen, everything about this “feud” is dumb and not real. But I cherish such distraction as I skip through life towards the apocalyptic abyss. Stewart was on the Today show this week, reacting to [a video Carey posted]( that suggests that once Halloween is over, it is Christmas time. “You cannot give up Thanksgiving!” [Stewart says]( into the camera. Carey [responded with a tweet]( that was both good-natured and shady: “Dearest Martha!! NEVER will I give up Thanksgiving!! But we can still start getting into the festive spirit now! P.S I’d love to have you at my Thanksgiving dinner although I’ve yet to be invited to your Thanksgiving extravaganza! And THAT is MAJOR! Esp if Snoop’s coming!” Feud over! Back to listening to “All I Want For Christmas Is You” on repeat! A friend asked me recently if I thought there was something desperate or slightly beneath Carey about seizing on the whole Christmas thing each year. In a strange coincidence, that friend has gone missing. Weird! But I think what makes the Christmas content hyper-drive so fun is that everyone involved knows it’s silly—from Carey, to the meme makers, to the brands that jump on board, and to all of us who imbibe in the festiveness. If you’re a music legend who is going to embrace something silly, why not insist on being the best, most famous, indelible figurehead of them all?     Oh Happy Day As [Elon Musk runs through Twitter HQ](tossing grenades, hell-bent on destroying the site, many people have been eulogizing what the platform has meant to them, including the community they formed on it. That is very sweet, and I’d like to believe they’re being sincere. Yet not one of you alerted me to the fact that Jennifer Hudson [performed a 10-minute medley]( of songs from Sister Act and Sister Act 2: Back in the Habit on her talk show, while dressed as Whoopi Goldberg’s character for Halloween. “Community,” you say? I’ve never felt so abandoned and alone. I had to learn of this video’s existence on my own! And once Twitter is gone, where will we turn for updates on the two most important things in our lives: the song that Kelly Clarkson covered for “Kellyoke” that day, and any time the music from Sister Act makes an appearance in pop culture? It’s a harrowing future we face. Thanks, Elon.     The Rihanna Comeback Is Not Going Great… Now that it has [been confirmed]( that Rihanna inexplicably booked sentient toadstool Johnny Depp to walk in her Savage x Fenty fashion show, I think we can all feel a little safer complaining about her new music. We did not wait six years for a [new Rihanna song]( only for it to be a sleepy ballad for the end credits of a movie.     A Spiritual Image [Obsess over it!]( [The savior has risen](.     [See This]   - Causeway: That Jennifer Lawrence can really act! (Now on Apple TV+) - The Crown: It’s a shame this show has such little family drama. (Wed. on Netflix) - Weird: The Al Yankovic Story: OK, however weird you think this is going to be, think weirder. 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