Redbox
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~ the last words ~
redbox never reached turkey, and it was never going to. it was a piece of american physical infrastructure, a red vending machine full of dvds bolted to the ground outside a grocery store in ohio or arizona, and it only made sense inside the specific geography of american errands. i know it the way i know a lot of the american nineties and two-thousands, secondhand, through movies and forums and the occasional trip. so this is an obit written from across an ocean, for a machine i never once stood in front of.
the idea was almost aggressively simple. Redbox started around 2002, incubated inside McDonald's of all places, and the pitch was a bright red kiosk where you tapped a screen, paid a dollar or so, and a dvd slid out for the night. you returned it to any kiosk when you were done. there was no membership and no clerk, and there was no one to make you feel bad about keeping it an extra day. by its peak there were roughly thirty-four thousand of these machines, mostly at grocery and drug stores, which for a while made Redbox the largest movie-rental operation in the country.
streaming took the logic out from under it slowly, then all at once. renting a physical disc from a parking lot made less sense every year [[netflix-dvd]] and streaming got bigger. Chicken Soup for the Soul, a company whose name you know from the paperback books, bought Redbox in 2022 and piled on debt trying to turn it into a streaming business too. by mid 2024 the parent was close to a billion dollars underwater. it filed for bankruptcy in late june 2024, the case converted to liquidation within weeks, and in july the kiosks simply stopped, around a thousand employees let go without severance and the machines left standing dark in the lots like the [[blockbuster]] stores before them.
~ the record ~
| Born | 2002, incubated inside McDonald's |
|---|---|
| Peak | about 34,000 kiosks across the US |
| Killed | July 2024, bankruptcy liquidation |
| Lifespan | about 22 years |
| Made by | Redbox Automated Retail, later Chicken Soup for the Soul |
| Killed by | streaming, then a billion dollars of debt |
~ the funny part ~
the funny part is that Redbox worked because it was boring. while everyone in tech was building recommendation engines and streaming apps, a dumb red box that dispensed discs for a dollar kept quietly printing money in front of supermarkets. it was the low-tech survivor in a category blockbuster had already lost. the machine did one thing and asked nothing of you, and for about fifteen years that was enough. it turns out the thing that killed it was not a better kiosk, it was the phone in your pocket that made leaving the house for a movie feel absurd.
~ the long tail ~
what actually got buried in the 2024 liquidation was messier than the kiosks. Redbox owed money to studios and to the landlords who hosted the machines, and thirty-four thousand red boxes became someone else's problem to unbolt and haul away. some sit abandoned in front of stores to this day, powered off and still red. a rental service that outlived the video store ended not with a strategy shift but with a parent company that ran out of money. the discs still inside them, whoever ends up with them, are worth almost nothing now.
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