Face out on the shelves
Films on VHS, series as box sets, albums on audio cassettes, books from the library corner, comics from the spinner rack, all face out the way rental stores showed them. Friends' picks get a shelf of their own.
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Every film, series, album, book and comic ever made is one tap away, and the evening goes on scrolling through them. Films used to be loved because there were few of them: a Friday walk to the rental store, one tape chosen from the shelf, two days to bring it back. Rewind turns your watchlist into that store: two tapes at a time, due dates, rewind before you return, and three words on the return slip. It doesn't stream or sell anything; you watch, listen and read wherever you already do. Free, no ads, no account.
Android 9.0+ · Free · English & Русский
Films on VHS, series as box sets, albums on audio cassettes, books from the library corner, comics from the spinner rack, all face out the way rental stores showed them. Friends' picks get a shelf of their own.
Find a tape in the free catalogue (Wikidata, Wikipedia, TVmaze, iTunes), share it from Kinopoisk, IMDb, Letterboxd, Spotify or Goodreads, or type it in. Then write the back of the box in your own words: why it's worth taking.
A new tape waits three days behind the glass, "coming soon", before it reaches the shelf. Whatever you added on a wave of hype gets time to cool; if you still want it, it was yours.
Take one home and the till prints a receipt with the due date. With both hands full, bring one back first. A few hours before a tape is due, the store gives you a nudge.
Turn a reel with a finger or hold REW, and meanwhile fill in the return slip: stars out of five, three words, the moment that stayed. Didn't finish it? Bring it back rewound, with a word on why. No shame in it.
Open from 6 pm on weekdays and from noon at the weekend, until 11. All adjustable, or off. No choosing at three in the morning.
Can't choose? Tell the clerk how much time you have and get a tape in brown paper with a question mark on it. The clerk leans toward what has waited longest, so the faded ones get their evening too.
A box nobody takes slowly fades in the window's sun. Half a year untouched and it's bleached through, and the clerk offers to mark it down, guilt‑free. From the bin it can still be rescued.
Every tape the store has ever had, on an index card in a wooden drawer: the stars in red, how often it's been taken, your last three words. Seven ways to sort, with divider cards.








| On the shelf as | Due back in | |
|---|---|---|
| Film | A VHS box | Two evenings |
| Album | An audio cassette | Two evenings |
| Comic | The spinner rack | Three days |
| Series | A box set | A week |
| Book | The library corner | Two weeks |
JDK 17+ (Android Studio's bundled JBR works) and the Android SDK. Kotlin, Jetpack Compose, Room, DataStore; the boxes, cassettes, neon, reels, brown paper, receipts and stamps are all drawn in code.
git clone https://github.com/bigdevwhale/rewind.git cd rewind ./gradlew testDebugUnitTest # due dates, the window, fading, the clerk ./gradlew assembleDebug # app.rewind.dev, installs next to a release ./gradlew assembleDebug -Pdemo # app.rewind.demo, a lived-in store ./gradlew testDebugUnitTest -Prender --tests '*RenderArtScreens*' # every screen, to app/build/art
No. It's the store, and the tapes on its shelves are your own list. You watch, listen and read wherever you already do.
All free and keyless: films and series from Wikidata with posters from Wikipedia, series also from TVmaze, albums from iTunes Search, books and comics (manga too) from Wikidata and iTunes. A tape without a cover gets a box drawn in nineties two‑colour printing.
Yes, as a card: plain text with the title, your line from the back of the box and your name, so it travels through any messenger. A friend with Rewind shares it back in, and it lands on a shelf signed "Alex recommends".
A stamp for every tape brought back: blue on time, red when late or unfinished. The hit of the month, the latest slips, and the year on a till roll.
The store, the slips and the card, on the phone, with no account, no ads and no analytics. It goes online only when you search the catalogue, to ask Wikidata, Wikipedia, TVmaze or iTunes and fetch the cover you pick.
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