"The Twin Cities' essential neighborhood movie house," they're calling it now--and we couldn't convey it more succinctly ourselves. Essential because the programming continues to strike an accessible balance between new and old (Human Rights Watch docs and Buster Keaton silents with live scores); high and low (films by French intellectual Chris Marker and California nudie-king Russ Meyer); near and far (local director Charles Bowe and Japanese fantasist Hayao Miyazaki). And most, if not all of it, is rare and vital. Neighborhood because it continues to draw the campus crowd in Stadium Village. And, yes, it's a movie house in the classic tradition: flashing lights on the marquee, soda rather than Sobe, cinephilia instead of snobbery.