They are seething pits of upsoken desire. Porn has not ceased to exist. It is readily available in the lonely, fragmented world of the downtown sex warehouse or the Fridley Video Update. But gone are the days of communal skin consumption, of autoerotic camaraderie, symbolized by the looming palace of porn. But the lure of the darkened theater is still there, and it is not all good clean fun.
Movie theaters are date factories.
Unless you are reasonably good friends with someone already, the moment they ask you to a movie, you know that something is up, that some sort of a scheme is being concocted in their hot little head. It is undeniable, however, that the Oak Street shows the most consistent lineup of good flicks, so don't be put off. Unfortunately, there isn't much of atmospheric importance to the Oak Street. The film sets the mood, man. These sweet little theaters are not the big boys on campus.