I almost never see modern films I would consider "beautiful." Let's face it, these days I'm pretty much stuck seeing movies because they either have Ewan McGregor or Walton Goggins in them, and that's about as beautiful as I get. As I've noted before, going to the movies has become just something we all do, crammed into icebox cattle-car theaters, jamming salty snacks into our gaping maws as a means of escaping our pitiful, empty lives for two hours.
We spent a week in Austin, TX with our good friend Sterling and he insisted that we go to the Alamo Drafthouse cinema. I know you all think we picked this movie just went becaue Ewan McGregor was in it, but in fact, we only went because nothing else interesting was playing. For starters, you order food at the Alamo Drafthouse. Not crappy Applebees quality microwaved crap, but really good food for decent prices. I had a steak sandwich with fries and green tea, with a Harry Potter-themed caramel apple cake for dessert. Sterling got some sort of vegetarian sandwich and Ian got a pizza. $6.50 got you unlimited popcorn with real butter. They treat you like a human being, a real person, at this theater, not just some faceless consumer. Kudos to the staff of the Alamo Drafthouse, and my only complaint is that you're not here in Upstate New York (and that you were showing The Adventures of Buckaroo Banzai the day I left the state).
After our orders were placed, we were treated to the Alamo's famous Pre-Show, a series of short films, old ads and a crazy PSA about talking and txting in the theater. Here's one of the shorts; watch and be terrified: