Dennis B.
Google
As a child of the sixties, I appreciated the updated elegance of the Vogue, where there’s still a velvet curtain over the screen. The price was unbelievably low for a first run movie in opening weekend. We paid less for tickets, drinks, and snacks than we paid for admission alone at our local (chain) multiplex.
If I lived closer (currently a 3-hour drive), they’d get all my movie business.