


Jeremy, fellow clerk Ezra and Video Hut owner Sarah Jane Shepherd begin to find more altered tapes. The scenes are both banal and weird, creepy but not depicting anything truly alarming or warranting a call to the police. The camera operator approaches with a paint brush and daubs a grotesque face on the canvas hood.

The second, longer set-up returns to the chair, now occupied by a hooded figure who rises to balance on one foot. One of them is a short shot of a chair in the corner of an outbuilding. What she means is that this cassette of “Targets” contains two scenes not on the original print. Stephanie tells Jeremy, “There’s something on it.” One night, schoolteacher Stephanie Parsons arrives with a tape of “Targets,” the Peter Bogdanovich-directed sniper thriller. It’s the late 1990s, in the waning days of VHS, and Jeremy Heldt, haunted by the traffic-accident death of his mother, works as a clerk at the Video Hut in small-town Nevada, Iowa.
