TERROR IN THE AISLES at 35

by Gena Radcliffe

I can’t remember the name of it, but I can tell you exactly what it looked like, or I might be conflating it with other small-town Mom ‘n’ Pop video stores, they all looked the same then. A tiny little place, with just two aisles, not much in the way of foreign or “art” films, and a curtained off area in the back ominously marked “NO ONE UNDER 18 PERMITTED.”