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| - How late am I to this convention? So late, I think I'm actually embarassed.
I saw my very first movie at Tempe Cinemas only a week ago. Never one to care much for throwing exorbitant sums of money out the window to be the first to own something ($600 iPhone, anyone?) nor wade through weekend crowds to catch the first showing of this season's crappy commercial blockbuster, Tempe Cinemas stand as a beacon of light beckoning myself and like-minded consumers to a place where frugality and fun happily meet.
The interior of this place is reminiscent of the magic of Christmas. The ceiling is awash in twinkling white lights. There are novelty items from classic films and pop culture memorabilia sprinkled throughout the lobby. Bright colors accentuate other aspects of the decor. I spent a good five minutes just walking around the lobby, marveling at everything, thinking that this would be a great place to take international visitors, a date, kids, and - most importantly - myself the next chance I got.
Tiny but efficient, this theater offers everything you need from bigger, more monstrous complexes, along with a few surprising extras: floors that don't bond to your shoe when you step on them, carpeting without that stingy, stale soda-popcorn-sugar-feet-sock-vomit-candy-grease stench, and best of all, a ticket that isn't more expensive than a freakin' DVD/CD.
If you need to see Santa Claus XIX the minute it hits the theater, you can't go here. If you must have stadium-seating with reclining chairs and armrests are upholstered in memory foam, don't go here.
But if you want a fun night out, enjoy spending your hard-earned cash on reasonably priced fare (concessions notwithstanding), and don't have a need to join in that ever-so-tantalizing-office-watercooler talk about this week's most recent release, then you must get to Tempe Cinemas. Now.
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