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Upon arrival at the seemingly placid conversion therapy center run by “ex-gay” Reverend Rick (John Gallagher Jr.) and his draconian therapist sister Dr. Rather, Akhavan, who wrote the script with Cecilia Frugiuele, opts for a few taut introductory scenes to depict Cameron surrounded by Bible-thumpers - when she’s not hooking up with her girlfriend Coley (played primarily in flashback by Quinn Shephard) - before settling in at God’s Promise for the bulk of the film. But the insidious programming that the hoodie and jean jacket-sporting Cameron endures at a "conversion therapy" camp called God’s Promise is as prescient as ever, considering Mike Pence’s affinity for the dangerous practice.ĭesiree Akhavan, the bisexual Iranian-American director of the lively 2014 festival smash Appropriate Behavior, helms the adaptation - which stars Chloë Grace Moretz as the teenage lesbian whose evangelical aunt caretaker (in the wake of Cameron’s parents’ death) ships her off to conversion therapy after her male prom date finds her in flagrante delicto with another girl.įans of the novel are sure to note that the film, running at a brisk 90 minutes, truncates the novel’s opening in which Cameron discovers and begins to own her queerness. Danforth’s beloved 2012 young adult novel, The Miseducation of Cameron Post, takes place circa the early ’90s, as evidenced by the titular character’s attachment to the Breeders’ Last Splash on cassette. And Dilettante (old one with the lights strung all over the ceiling) for dessert after.The big-screen adaptation of Emily M. Siam on Broadway, and under the original owners. Looking for places to rent, which required getting a Sunday paper and actually driving around and looking at places, and discovering just how many utterly skanky apartment buildings existed in Seattle University Village was basically Safeway and Ernst Hardware Movies at all the indie-ish theaters - Egpytian, Neptune, Seven Gables, and that one on the Ave that probably closed years ago
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The Free Ride Zone and the most byzantine bus fare payment system ever created The Stranger had interesting writers worth reading But Q-Street still had to patrolīut Superhighway and Bohemian afterhours in Pioneer Square were a blast Or at least you went through as quickly as possibleĬentral Co-op on 12th, Rainbow Foods still existed, and City People's Mercantile on 15thĭouche-bros and woo-girls partied in Pioneer Square and largely left the Hill to the gays and punks.
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$800 for a top-floor two-bedroom apartment on the Hill with awesome viewsĢ3rd and Madison was an extension of the 23rd and Union no-go area, full of crack dealers and their clients. SLU was an empty no-man's land of dilapidated warehouses and car dealershipsĭowntown basically ended at Olive there was very little north of there Never actually ate there, but I liked that it existedĬruising closeted businessmen and lawyers at Border's books on 4th on my lunch hourĭive bars - real, actual dive bars (especially the long-gone gay bars on the Hill like the Elite, Jade Pagoda, the old CC's, Thumpers) The Green Cat Cafe, Puss Puss Cafe on Pine, Cafe Vita, Paradiso, and Bulldog News on Broadway were regular haunts Have not had comparable chai since.Ĭross-town trips that didn't make you want to kill yourself stuck in traffic And the food was better than one would expect.ĮDIT to add: Travelers, back when it was on Pine. It kind of sucked as a venue, but I remember it fondly. Got away with some underage drinking there as Uncle Rocky had no fucks to give. Uncle Rockys on Pike (I think it's either Tango or Rumba now?), home of shitty local punk music. Felt like you were really living the Seattle Life.Ĭal Anderson used to have a big reservoir in the middle, surrounded by a chain-link fence. Cafe Paradiso on Capitol Hill (now Cafe Vita on Pike)- going there in my late teens, sitting upstairs and smoking and reading The Stranger. They even had desktop computers where you could LOG ON TO THE INTERNET. One of the best small venues Seattle has had IMO. (These days I feel guilty spending three bucks or whatever for just an Americano and do so rarely)
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They weren't that good but shit man, it was a badass deal even then. You used to be able to go up to the Egyptian Theater's street-facing concessions window and get 12oz lattes for a 99 cents. (most of them from well before 2007, but.) Been poking around in Google Maps street view- which lets you go back as far as 2007 in many areas- and the old images bring back a lot of memories. I don't know why exactly (maybe just me getting older, the crazy acceleration of change in the city, both?) but lately I've been in a bittersweet nostalgic frame of mind about what it used to be like to live here.