
Homeless again, the non-profit — which screens films for free and requests but a $2 donation for an evening of deliriously demented entertainment — went in search of a new venue where their brand of film might be less likely to offend. That venue has turned out to be Warehouse Theater, according to an announcement over the weekend. Sounds to us like an excellent match, with the Warehouse's longstanding commitment to cutting edge art and WPFS's long history of celebrating the somewhat outsider art of the low-budget B- C- and D-movie.
Warehouse has been threatening to close for almost two years now, but in a recent conversation with DCist, owner-operator Molly Ruppert laid out plans for additional weekly events in the space starting this spring.
WPFS has three films scheduled already, starting with the 1970s spoof film American Raspberries (think Kentucky Fried Movie, only perhaps more tasteless, and with cameos by Kinky Friedman and familiar cult film face Warren Oates) on March 17, in what is sure to be a great party welcoming them back. This is followed on March 24 by Mistress of the Apes, which is pretty much exactly what the title describes. Then, on March 31, a rare screening of Blood Car, a 2007 flick about an automobile that runs on an alternative fuel: human blood. Gotta love how B-movies can effectively distill an entire plot into a two-word title.
WPFS screenings are on Tuesdays starting March 17 at 8 p.m. at the Warehouse Theater. They promise "rare eye-candy and groovy tunes" before the screening and "cheap prizes" after. Free, $2 donation suggested.



I'll be protesting the "Mistress of the Apes" screening as it denigrates apes, mistresses, and Garth Pillsbury.
Wow, that's Virginia for you. Guns are just peachy keen, but watch where you point that gland!!!
Fluxgirl-
Just to reiterate, in the interest of fairness to Virginians, WPFS didn't have any problems at Dremo's or the Old Arlington Grill. It was the Meeting Place, in downtown D.C., where they ran into trouble.
You're right, mea culpa.
@imgoph in the warehouse's defense, they didn't know that was going to happen.
Which is exactly why my woodchipper comes with the bright orange warning, "DO NOT INSERT PENIS INTO WOODCHIPPER." Even comes with a little man icon sticking his junk in the woodchipper with a big ban mark across it.
Well, if they didn't mean for us to put our penii in the woodchipper, they wouldn't call it "getting wood", would they?
Well, I never thought of it that way. Regardless, my doomed romance with the device left my "wood" less than "chipper." Really, the public school system needs to do a better job of teaching homonyms.
twinkiestar: i wasn't accusing them of anything. just stating that "hell yeah, interesting stuff happens there"
Does the Warehouse have a bar?
I hope so.