My Life in Film #5: Reservoir Dogs

I’m talking about film, of course. Film has long been an addiction as well as instrumental in forming some of the friendships and relationships that are of most important to me. Film has influenced the language that I use, the books that I read and the music that I listen to.

Most of all, film has been there for me at pivotal moments in my life; it’s a BFF who’s just as comfortable dumbing down with beers and pizza as they are engaging in existentialist chit-chat. In short, film is my everyday and film is my life.

To illustrate my point and exorcise my addiction, each week I will shed a tiny glimpse into how film affects my every day. Are you ready?

My Life in Film #5


While most young men of a certain age are sourcing smut and squirrelling it away, I had a slightly more unusual obsession. Reservoir Dogs Collector’s Edition Box Sets.


Like the smut, once bought, a wave of guilt and panic came over me. I didn’t need it, and I couldn’t afford it. So to offset the guilt, I bought another one.


They sat in my room at my parents’ house in an undisclosed hiding place, pecking at my conscience and paranoia like Poe’s The Tell Tale Heart. Unlike the smut, dumping them by the train tracks pre-internet, obvs) wasn’t an option.

Twenty-two years later, they have pride of place on the Cool Shit Shelf™. Although I still hide them when my parents come around.

What’s your most outlandish film purchase? Confess all in the comments.


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