As a kid, I recall it being pretty common for me to venture over towards the shelves holding the collection of VHS tapes whenever I visited a new home. Somehow – maybe instinctively – I knew that reading the names on those spines would tell me more about the people I was visiting than any conversation that was bound to happen. If the shelves were stocked with film titles I either owned, liked or appreciated, I could tell immediately that we could get along. If there was a particular film that I didn’t know, I’d study it. If there was one or more that I disliked, I immediately cut off any hope of a future friendship. Sure, that’s pretty narrow-minded of me, but again, I was just a kid.

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Well said, Kevin.

Thank you, Diego!