Definitely my favorite theater here in Portland, OR is the Clinton. It’s the kind of place that’s not supposed to exist anymore. One screen, unglamorous, dirty floors, a built in cafe with cheap beer an snacks, absolutely terrible snacks, and probably all of their revenue comes from the frequent showings of Rocky Horror Picture Show. It’s a place that has simultaneously lots of charm and absolutely none. The perfect place to hide away an afternoon watching weird films that would otherwise fall through the cracks.
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