Welcome to the Dollar DVD Dustbin. My wife Tammy and I will be sharing our cheap-ass collection of movies and tv shows.
Despite the blog's name not every cheap dvd came from the dollar store. Some sets cost a whole six dollars at Big Lots. (The
Mill Creeks are even more when bought straight from their website.) If I really want to cover something, I might cheat and claim something bought used on Amazon - or given to us as a gift - cost little and therefore qualifies.
Tammy and I have different styles, opinions and probably even agendas so it will quickly become obvious that this is two different blogs. For example, I'm known to get colorful. Tammy, on the other hand, will often go no further than H (leaving even the e and the double hockeysticks behind.)
A little over a year ago we discovered the cheapo stores' collections of DVDs released by Dreamline Entertainment. They were 3-for-1 discs and not all the movies were necessarily crap - they have The Man With The Golden Arm, and My Man Godfrey along with such classics as David Hasselhoff's Bail Out.
What they all have in common is a
music video intro from
Devon Scott Dicker. I don't know who this guy is. I don't know why Dreamline Entertainment is promoting him. Maybe he's the owner, pushing a cheap product to finance his music career. The song, while better than anything
I could ever write, is...the best I can describe it is to say it's not as good as Lee Greenwood. (Think about that comment coming from an Olympia-based left-leaning indie-music snob.)
I suppose it wouldn't be so bad except - like the
Don't Try This at Home segments that precede all
World Wrestling Entertainment releases - it cannot be skipped. If I want to watch Robbie Benson in
Jory, or our copy of
Night of the Living Dead, we have to endure this song and video.
To be fair, it's
possible it could be skipped if we had our player's remote still. That, however, was lost a couple years ago when we moved to our current apartment - perhaps we'd be able to hit the Main Menu button and forget it the way we do the twenty minutes of previews on all our Disneys. Who knows.
What's the video like? Imagine stock-patriotism. Nothing's wrong with being patriotic (I like
God Bless America as much as any of Guthrie's gems) but this video has no soul to it. It's like the Musical Intermissions that used to be on HBO in the pre-Mtv days, when HBO was only on 4 hours a day.
Other than his Myspace there's hardly anything to be found online for Devon Scott Dicker or Dreamline Entertainment. I don't know if this guy's still singing or what. I never saw his disc at
KAOS - not even in the crypt with all the other unplayed masses. He's doing something I can't do, and for that I say Good For Him, but everytime I'm in the mood to watch
Little Moon and Jud McGraw I must first throw up a little in my mouth.
