Arts “Charlie, we’re having our first quarrel!”
I adore Netflix, Sweet Jesus I do, though I still feel a need to keep my membership with local neighborhood video stores for several reasons—the first being the usual small-business-related guilt, but also because sometimes I suddenly want to rent a movie that I’ve seen a bajillion times before, or because none of the movies that I have at home are what I’m craving. (The other problem with Netflix and buying things online in general is that my queue is currently filled with films like this one and, yes, this one, too.)
Anyway, long story short, I have the charming clerk at a local independent video store to thank for the information that…sit down, seriously…The African Queen is not available on DVD or video in the United States.
Yeah. I know! No, I don’t know why, and no, reading the novel isn’t a satisfying replacement. We need to work up the Intra-Nets equivalent of a screaming mob with pitchforks and flaming torches, and then we can charge the binary gates of…hell, I don’t know. Wal-Mart’s always a good one to blame. Or Katie Couric. Whatever.
Somebody do something, dammit!
Scarecrow Video claims to have it on VHS..."rental by approval"