You know what the weirdest thing is about sitting in a movie theater for nine hours to watch five horror films in a row?
When it’s over and your eyes feel like poached eggs and your ass is numb and your legs are stiff and you sorta zombie-walk back to your car and all of the popcorn, beer, milkshakes and pizza that you’ve taken in are starting to do weird things in your stomach… you kinda still want to sneak in one more movie. (Whether you prefer that sixth movie at home or in a theater depends, I guess, on your feelings about using public restrooms.)
It’s insane, but when the show is good and you lived through it, you become a proud weirdo.
And these Alamo Drafthouse bastards do this thing well.
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