Catherine F.
Yelp
Run, run, run! We arrived at the theater exactly at 9:00 p.m. -- their website's posted hour for the start of the movie (but not Fandango's -- Fandango is often wrong for Vancouver theaters, I've noticed); the person we bought our tickets from told us that they started the movie about 5 minutes early, as it was a double feature, and no one in the theater said they were expecting anyone. Interesting. The first movie wasn't something I'd watch if you glued my eyelids open and tied me to a chair aimed at it.
Long movie. A real bladder-buster. Fortunately, I was well-acquainted with the story (having read the book years before, and again recently), so the bits I missed didn't cause problems. After the show was over, I had the chance, while discussing the film with His Goatness, to look around -- the theater was in serious need of repair. The seats were threadbare and rickety, with sprung springs and whole sections blocked off as unsafe. Reminded me of the theater in St. Kitts, which had given over the entire lower floor to rats the size of monkeys and cockroaches the size of rats -- primarily because the theater served beer in bottles, and the patrons persisted in throwing the bottles over the balcony. At least the patrons here didn't have shouted conversations on cell phones during the film.
Still, I will happily patronize a second-run or art-house theater any day over the sleek, modern, clean megacorp multiplexes -- with their hour of commercials, fer cryin' out loud, their obnoxious P.C. "courtesy" reminders, and their godsawful prices... they offend me.