Theatre or Airport?

I have to admit, it has been awhile since we've been to a movie.
Perhaps two or three decades.
Things have changed!
Other than the fact that there were 24 theatres in one place, Dave and I felt like we were in a high security airport, rather than a theatre!

First we were greated by about eight ticket agents behind security glass. They wore headphones and microphones to be able to be heard. Here I felt like I was at the Kenyan money exchange - although it wasn't behind a locked door.

Then it was on to finding the right gate - or rather theatre. 
Gate 1 -14 this way, 15 - 20 that way, and 21-24 over there....

Upgraded to first class, the seats have cup holders now, and are quite comfy. The sound is wrap around with noises from all directions. Those lovely red curtains that draw back at show time - still there, but now merely technology on screen rather than the real thing. No dry cleaning involved.

The movie - War Room. 
A movie on the significance of prayer.
Remarkably it is in its third week at our local theatre. I believe it was only suppose to run for five days. That is good news!