Rocky Horror Movie Theater

Hello dear friends.  I hope that you all enjoyed your weekend.  The Mister and I had a busy one chock full of glitz and glamour.

As you know from my last post, I had a few movies on my must-see list for May.  I googled 5 Flights Up and only a couple of theaters had it playing.  I picked the closest one which was in West Newton.  I assumed the theater would be fine because Newton is a great town.

We arrived at the theater and the Mister dropped me off to find a parking place.  After seeing the cinema, I had my doubts he would ever come back. 

It took me 20 minutes to read all the instructions before entering.  I wanted to be fully informed. 

After entering I noticed the paint.  Obviously, they were into full-throttle renovations.  Not that it needed updating, or anything. 

The Ticket Master issued my custom-made tickets and instructed me to keep them with me at all times.  I held them tightly in my sweaty little palms. 

As I entered the lobby, I was immediately impressed with the accessibility of the supplies.

The lobby held the Old World Charm of the Rocky Horror Picture Show.  The sweet aroma of eleven day old popcorn filled the room.

The eager staff ready to take care of the guest's every need.  The young man on the right was the Ticket Master as well as Commander and Chief of the Refreshments.  A true Renaissance Man in the making.

The gentleman on the right approached the Ticket Master/Snack Bar Commander and asked to purchase two tickets and was told the charge was $18.00.  After the gentleman left, I asked the Ticket Master  why my tickets were $22.00 and he said he forgot it was the first show.  He said that it might take some time, but he would refund my $4.00.  He was a gentleman and a scholar.

The place was packed with the Who's Who of the Beantown area.

The seats held the comfort level of a broken folding chair. 

And a State-of-the-Art surround sound system to boot!

The Brad and Angelina of the theater. 

I think I expected too much from this movie.  Diane and Morgan were great, as usual, and had great chemistry.  Unfortunately, the screenplay was poorly written and lacked substance.

As we walked out of the theater, the Mister whispered "at least you got some good material for your blog."  Spoken like a true blogger husband.  I trained him well.


Until next time...