The Greening of Southie And On The WingBY AARON MESH | All a city’s gotta do is act naturally.
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Mike MignolaBY BRANDON SEIFERT | Hellboy ain’t afraid of no rubber puppets.
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PLGFF, Week TwoWW EDITORIAL STAFF | The Portland Lesbian and Gay Film Festival: Now with more wound-fucking!
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TowelheadBY CHRIS STAMM. | Once more in suburbia, with feeling.
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My Name Is Robert PaulsonBY AARON MESH | Choke is more like a group-therapy sitcom than a movie. That’s ok.
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EntourageBY DANIEL CARLSON | The party never ends; the show never changes.
David WalkerBY AARON MESH | The prodigal critic returns with a movie about his dating disasters.
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Zipless PuckWW EDITORIAL STAFF | A slow start to a solid PLGFF.
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Espionage For DummiesBY AARON MESH | The Coens tighten the Beltway.
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CthulhuBY AARON MESH | You can go home again. But you will be raped by Tori Spelling.
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Will Success Spoil Portland?BY AARON MESH | The city’s movie renaissance could continue this fall—if we don’t jump the piranha.
MFNW MoviesBY AARON MESH AND JOE WATTS | This year’s fest contains two extra treats.
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