It's rough sometimes; biting that proverbial bullet as a man - going to watch that movie you may not want to see - all in the name of love.
It becomes even more difficult if you're watching said movie, and in those intimate moments where your heart strings are being tugged, Godzilla's prodding stomp reverberates through YOUR screenroom - sending that tender hearted teardrop into a terror filled adrenaline rush of fright. Then, after an hour and a half of Mad Max's hot, shrieking tire rubber blazing through apocalyptic desert sand in the middle of a Pitch Perfect 2 harmony, it just gets DAMN annoying.
An awesome concession setup that includes butter your own popcorn, multiple soda fountains with around a hundred options aren't even make up for horrible sound; obviously horrible insulation, and just a normal quality screen. I'll stick to Cannery and it's luxury seats and wine bar, even when I'm on this side of town.
Sad, since I love Town Square. Yet another theater ruined by AMC.