I saw Slumdog Millionaire last weekend, and though I have little to say about the film itself, I will say that the Angelika really provides the worst movie-going experience you could hope for. Tiny theaters on a 1-degree incline with an aisle cutting right through the middle to ensure that even the best seats in the house are just north of shitty. The upstairs cafe area fools you into thinking you’re about to have a fancy experience, but really it’s like eating a truffle in a bus station men’s room.
And Dustin Hoffman isn’t helping things. Shameful behavior, even by the standards of the Hollywood elite.