It is a well-established fact that midtown's movie houses, the not-infrequent brilliance of their programming aside, do double duty as shelters for the deranged, the senescent, the cranky, the compulsive Duane Reade-bag crinklers, and so on, all taking advantage of open-door memberships. Perhaps worse, downtown's hip theaters are plagued by NYU twerps who use ironical tittering to outwardly signify a nonexistent inner sophistication. Between these "Hell is other people" options, there are... More »
