There’s something oddly satisfying when I consider that the same Kenneth Anger bootleg I watched on the job while ignoring irate customers (for changing the French Films section to Freedom Films in the run-up to the Iraq War) might end up at the Wesleyan Film Archives.
So many memories but my favorite would have to be heading up to the office to get some closing sheets and finding half a dozen Korean teenagers furiously typing away at adding machines. And the time Eli Roth came in and bought every Giallo film in the house.
