This Independent Week

Cinema 21
616 N.W. 21st Ave.

“The Beautiful Country” 7, 9:30, Sat.-Sun. 1:15, 4
The title of this lavishly crafted family epic is a bit of a misnomer, as it is not a reference to the good ol’ U.S. of A. America rocks!

2021 S.E. Hawthorne Blvd.

“Cinderella Man” 7, 9:35
Awww, I always suspected Russell Crowe was gay!

“Wild Parrots of Telegraph Hill” 5:20
Watch a grown man and his blossoming love affair with some red and green birds. Not appropriate for some family members.

Clinton St. Theater
2522 S.E. Clinton St.

“The Calamari Wrestler” 7:30
I cannot even begin to pen the whirling tornado of utter awe and excitement I feel welling up inside me as I ponder the implications of this film. It’s about…really, I just can’t do it. Fuck, just see this movie.

“Cheech & Chong’s: Up In Smoke” 9:30
See above

Guild Theater
829 S.W. Taylor St.

“Night Sun” Fri. 7:30, Sun. 4:30
Haunting, spiritual drama from the south of Italy, where everything is tripped out and fucked.

“Padre Padrone” Sat. 7:30, Sun. 7
Another boring foreign film about some peasant boy who grows up to be a famous linguist. Always with the linguists!

Hollywood Theater
4122 N.E. Sandy Blvd.

“The Cost of War” Thurs. 7, Sun. 2:30
This generation-spanning film about the casualties of war (no, not the Michael J. Fox joint) portrays everything from WWII through the war on terrorism, through the eyes of vets, families, spouses, and survivors.

“Watermarks” Contact theater for showtimes.
A fresh, intimate perspective on the Holocaust that centers on the lives of the champion women swimmers from the Hakoah sports club.

“Twist of Faith” Contact theater for showtimes.
Hollywood’s Uplifting Film Festival continues with this romp through the always airy subject of sexual abuse at the hands of a Catholic priest.

“Off Road to Athens” 9
Bicycle movies are always boring, and, for that matter, so is the Tour de France. And, for that matter, so is France.

Moreland Theater
6712 S.E. Milwaukie Ave.

“Charlie and the Chocolate Factory” 5:30, 8
The last time somebody invited me to see their “chocolate factory,” it didn’t end well.