I watched the film Jay Myself the other night. For those unfamiliar with it, it is basically the story of the photographer Jay Maisel and his career--but mostly about move out of the 6-story, 30,000 sq-ft bank building he occupied for 50 years in the Bowery part of Manhattan. He is a hoarder, collecting anything that might make an interesting photo at some point. It took 35 moving vans to empty the place out. But to stay on topic, at one point he opened a large cupboard filled with bricks of 35mm Kodachrome. No refrigeration. I'm sure when he was shooting film he went through it fast enough not to worry. But the stash he was looking at had expired in 1974, and he more or less said good riddance, this is going in the trash--not because it was expired as much as he certainly didn't seem like he missed shooting film any more.