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With so much “reality” on television, and documentary becoming the preferred form of cinema, is there any portion of life that hasn’t been strip-mined for content? Current 24-hour surveillance programming boasts subjects that are predictably lame—because, of course, they are cast to ensure drama, drawn from a pool of clods far too eager to provide it. It’s hard to care about the resulting artificial reality. Give me something more evocative: something from the past. The organizers of the second annual Home Movie Day are again celebrating happily narcissistic, voyeuristic trips down Memory Lane. At last year’s event, not a single person brought D.C.-centric home movies. Which is a crime: We know those rolls of 8 mm, Super-8, and even 16 mm are in more than a few local basements, attics, or closets—exactly where they shouldn’t be. Shy? Here, I’ll be the first to share: The above image is my sister, visiting Manassas National Battlefield Park. See what treasures your neighbors possess at 8 p.m. Saturday, Aug. 14, at the Warehouse Next Door, 1017 7th St. NW. Free. (202) 783-3933. (Dave Nuttycombe)