This place is hardcore (for a video store). The disgruntled register person works hard to cultivate maximal disaffected attitude to match the still, mostly VHS tapes that line the shelves here (well, they’ve been crossing over to DVD as of late -- hey, when are all the video stores going to start calling themselves DVD stores? I mean, does Blockbuster Video have videos anymore? Hardly...). On the dark upstairs balcony, you’ll find the cult section, stocked with bizarre shit I’ve never seen anywhere else. You might have your precious Netflicks subscription, but with Leather Tongue in the neighborhood, your power to watch the best movies all the time is that much more formidable.