http://erikmoe.com/2006/03/15/lament-for-the-philly-film-scene/ Advocacy, art, design, food, film, travel, fun Mon, 07 Nov 2011 19:24:55 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 http://erikmoe.com/2006/03/15/lament-for-the-philly-film-scene/comment-page-1/#comment-31 emopage - by erik moe - this is not a fugazi blog. » Blog Archive » Oak Street Cinema in Peril Thu, 06 Apr 2006 03:31:23 +0000 http://erikmoe.com/wp/2006/03/15/lament-for-the-philly-film-scene/#comment-31 [...] Following last month’s disheartening news about Philly’s International House, an alarming note hit my inbox yesterday from SaveTheOakStreet.com in Minneapolis, and I would like to take this opportunity to ask any and all of my readers to consider their noble effort. The Oak Street Cinema may well be my favorite Minnesota institution, and favorite film venue anywhere. It hasn’t been around since the days of French fur trappers, but it was invented at least a few years before I needed it and has been around ever since. Sometimes I wonder if I really spent an entire summer bicycling to and from Oak Street’s screenings of the complete works of Francois Truffaut or if I invented the whole thing out of some desire for the Minneapolis of my imaginary memoirs to be a little more like the Paris of Bertolucci’s The Dreamers. [...] [...] Following last month’s disheartening news about Philly’s International House, an alarming note hit my inbox yesterday from SaveTheOakStreet.com in Minneapolis, and I would like to take this opportunity to ask any and all of my readers to consider their noble effort. The Oak Street Cinema may well be my favorite Minnesota institution, and favorite film venue anywhere. It hasn’t been around since the days of French fur trappers, but it was invented at least a few years before I needed it and has been around ever since. Sometimes I wonder if I really spent an entire summer bicycling to and from Oak Street’s screenings of the complete works of Francois Truffaut or if I invented the whole thing out of some desire for the Minneapolis of my imaginary memoirs to be a little more like the Paris of Bertolucci’s The Dreamers. [...]

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