“Portlanders love old movies. That’s obvious each weekend at our independent cinemas, where crowds line up coffee in hand for noir matinees at Cinema 21, slosh IPAs onto the carpet of the Hollywood Theatre while hitting a 35 mm kung fu feature, and sell out revival showings everywhere from the Academy to Cinemagic. There’s a reason why WW’s weekly film coverage is anchored by a repertory screenings column. We never have to look far to find a flick—from 1910 to 2010—that absolutely slaps.
And Oregonians like seeing our state on the big screen. Even when a movie is the rankest of trash—say, The Postman or Without a Paddle—we’ll still pause from clicking to see which town it was shot in (Redmond and Estacada, respectively).
You wouldn’t be crazy, however, for feeling like many of Oregon’s best films are turning into ancient history.”
