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Not to be creepy, but we know where you were today, only because we, and what seemed like half of LA, were there too. That's right, we went to see a movie at the ArcLight--the movie theatre we just proclaimed our favorite in all of Los Angeles.

Today, however, the ArcLight wavered on our personal "it" list, and we mean the "it" that follows a short "Shhhhh...." (which, incidentally, is something that chatty older couple in the row behind us needed to be told several times throughout the 4:55 showing of Match Point). So why the almost fall from grace? Well...

First we tried to usual buy our tickets online routine. But, what? "Performance Data Not Available" for all their shows? Whaaat? Huh? Okay, so we get on the phone. Ring after ring after ring, and no answer. We give up for a spell, and then try again. This time we're successful, we score three tickets to the show and heave a sigh of relief that we won't have a thing to worry about once we get there. After braving the rainy streets we pull into the parking structure, and enter a colossal nightmare of epic proportions. People are honking, edging other cars out, blocking people...the guys waving people on are shouting at each other. The clock is ticking, and we finally park, way up top on the roof. So we head down to pick up our pre-paid tickets from the kiosk machines. The lines are daunting, but seem manageable. Behind us is an unfortunate soul whose movie plans kept getting dashed one after the other. Match Point is sold out, reports his movie companion via cellphone. Oops, so is the Geisha one. "I guess it's just the gay cowboy movie," he laments, and we can't help but laugh. He tells us that he couldn't even get through on the phone. Then rumblings up ahead in line seem to indicate the machine we're lined up for isn't actually working. Before even wasting precious time to check for ourselves, we turn around to the unsuspecting folks behind us: "The machine is broken," we tell them, and skirt over to another line. But they don't move. They just have to see for themselves. Oh well... We're almost there...