According to an article in Variety (with a snarky, post-ironic title: “VHS, 30, dies of loneliness”), studios and retailers have colluded to put a nail in the coffin of the VCRs and videotapes everywhere. No one should be surprised by this because only recently Liz made me take my VCR out from the “entertainment center” (i.e. cheap faux wood shelving unit) and store it under my bed. Frankly, it has been of little use since we lost Can’t Hardly Wait and since Buffy came out on DVD so I could throw away the 20 tapes I made when Buffy aired non-stop on FX back in aught 2 (sadly, not a joke) .
Though the VCR continues to be the only way we can learn about The NBA at 50, so it may have periodic revivals. But for the most part, it has now become a footnote in the ever evolving world of media, albeit a much, much longer footnote that Beta or laserdisks.
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