
Don't forget. If you want to see a sneak preview of the Quentin Tarantino/Robert Rodriguez double feature, Grindhouse (Planet Terror = Rodriquez; Death Proof = Tarantino), head over to the New Beverly tonight at 11 p.m. Actually, head over at 9:45 p.m. That's when tickets go on sale, and there's a good chance it will sell out.
If you wanna go in true grindhouse style, I recommend rolling up in a 1970s Dodge Challenger and sneaking in a beer that you open with an audible sigh of pleasure the moment the lights dim.
Be forewarned, Grindhouse runs a full 3 hours, so you won't be getting out of the theater until after 2am., so maybe equip yourself with a Red Bull or something.
Also, bring cash. The New Bev, like the Vista, is old school. They don't take credit cards.
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Just got back from there and all I have to say is that the New Beverly can suck my ass.
The girlfriend and I arrived there just before 7, waited in line for over three hours, and were told that the theater was sold out just before we got our tickets. The thing is, after arriving there we did a rough headcount and got 140 people ahead of us. Another guy in front of us did the same and came back with 141.
Later on a guy from the theater did another count and said that we were numbers 264 and 265. So already by that point 124 people had cut in line. When we finally get close to the box office there were still about thirty people ahead of us and the announcement was made that the theater was completely packed.
That means since we arrived nearly three and a half hours before about 190 people had cut in line and the New Beverly just fucking let them. It would've been nice and sensible for them to have issued tickets or some sort of indication that we'd gotten there early enough and had earned our rightful entry, but instead they just let 190 fucking people jump right in line and screw all the rest of us who'd been waiting around the block for three and a half hours.
Thanks New Beverly Cinema management, I hope you all get crotch rot and fucking die slow, lingering deaths. You, and all the people who held spots for 190 of their dear friends.
Wow, a bitter fanboy. Was this your first time to a movie on opening night?