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| - Ah, how apropos, dear Cineplex, naming a cinema after a wonder of the world in that ancient era that was the very birthplace of modern theatre - the Greek Colossus. And how appropriate that, in a true nod to a comprehension of Greek theatrical history, it be shaped as a ... flying ... saucer.
If you've been to one gargantuan suburban megaplex, you've been to them all (give or take an IMAX screen). Though they try and distract you with flashing lights and high ceilings, ultimately, the movie experience in places like this is lacking due to a handful of little things.
Cram 200 people into an auditorium, and one of them is bound to be an asshole. 1 is also the number of assholes it takes to totally ruin a movie experience.
As I stood in the concession line, an employee walked right up to me, swept a piece of garbage from around my feet into a scoop, and walked away, never making eye contact, as if I wasn't there - it was pretty existential.
The managers walk around in suits like they own the place; like their dreams of being contributing members of society haven't been flushed down a toilet; like their jobs don't involve telling teenagers -- with more potential than they themselves possess -- how they could clean a washroom faster.
Dear Cineplex, you are no more a place for theatre than you are a dismal reflection of the selling-out of art and dreams that our culture seems to pride itself on.
Lots of parking.
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