There was always something eerie about VHS, wasn’t there. The distortions and horizontal bands, which came and went, were basically horror effects (THE RING would never work with a cursed Blu-ray). Faces would suddenly fall apart and quickly heal again, texts seemed threatening, like they were brimming with anger. It often made you feel you had accidentally tuned into the secret signal of some subversive world.

Sometimes it’s hard to believe I’ve witnessed the rise and fall of DVDs.