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| - I'm not demanding when I go to a theatre; all I ask is that the chairs are clean, the floors aren't sticky, and that the screen is big, bright, and easy to see--whether you're in the neck-breaker seats up front, or the make-out bunkers in back.
Anyway, Archie, I already know the tickets and snacks will be a ripoff; that's just standard practice, whether you're at the movies, ball game, or drinking flat intermission champagne at some sad, community theatre production of Hamlet.
Harkins Fashion Square 7 meets my diva requirements just as well as any other theatre. It's attached to a mall, and you enter through the mall, too. So, conceivably, you could sneak the slightly-cheaper food from the food court into the movies, if your purse, backback, or 1992-ish raver pants are big enough.
Skinny jeans? Forget it. That freezing, 20 ounce bottle of Coke Zero is going to make me sterile. I mean YOU sterile.
You.
Me and my David Schwimmers are maverick, dangerous, and NEVER on a break.
Dangerous, I tell you!
Anyinsecure...
The clientele at this theatre is typically quiet, young adult, and suburban. You won't get too much cellphone ringing, talking, crying babies in R-rated movies, or late-comers stepping on your new Jordans as they go for the middle seats.
Overall, a decent theatre, but I docked one star because the red-vest-wearing guy who sold a box of Mike and Ikes to me seemed really methed out, and he kept scratching at invisible scabs, swatting at imaginary dragons, and warning me not to let the White man hold me down.
He was White, too, and I know one employee doesn't represent a company in totality, but it was creepy, and I'm a total bitch.
Harkins Fashion Square 7
Cleanliness = More than Fair
Movie Selection = Stellar
Snack Choices = Michelle Gellar
Employees = Mostly Groovy, some Ghoulie
People Who Yell at the Screen = Few
People Having Sex Between Scenes = Far Between
Chances of Sneaking In = Maybe, if you're born with it
Theatre Hopping Opportunities = It's Maybelline
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