I find this EW column hysterically funny, and intend to take a visit to
the ArcLight myself.
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Highs & Loews
How to go to the movies in style. In L.A., a luxe multiplex is
redefining the moviegoing experience by Joel Stein
THE ELITIST Stein prefers to watch movies with a Chianti and introduced
by name-dropping ushers
I don't like going to the movies. The whole ''sitting next to strangers
in the dark with a sticky floor'' thing has too much of a Plato's
Retreat vibe for me. The only way I'm willing to be mixed with the
general public for two hours is once a year at a seder, and even then
I'm not crazy about my dad's new wife's extended family. At the movies,
I hate people talking to the screen, laughing at the wrong time, or not
being hot enough for me to stare at. But like all elitists, I consider
myself a man of the people, a character in a Billy Joel song. So I was
prepared to hate the ArcLight Cinema. An L.A. movie palace for the
pampered, the ArcLight opened its doors last spring, with a top ticket
price of $14, compared with the $9 or so charged just down the block at
Loews. For that extra five-spot, you get a better-designed multiplex,
some extra adjectives in the concession menu, and, most important, a
theater filled only with snobs willing to pay a 56 percent markup. This
was a group I could see a movie with. Especially since I was expensing
my ticket.
Excited to be freed from the shackles of social democracy, I went to the
ArcLight and bought two tickets to ''The Pianist'' from a woman named
Grae, whose name-plate revealed that her favorite film is ''Rushmore.''
The ArcLight even makes it easy to hit on the staffers. Grae informed me
that she had some ''really great availability'' in the center of the
theater: Lower 5, Seats 26 and 27. It was like dealing with an airline,
only with nice people.
Although I wasn't hungry enough for the sausage baguette with watermelon
barbecue sauce ($4.50), I did pick up the popcorn with real butter
($4.75), served in tubs instead of bags to reduce audience noise. Lower
5, Seat 26 turned out to be a beauty; made of crushed velvet, it looked
like it had been lifted from a Cadillac Escalade. An usher came into the
theater to introduce the movie, and, like a newscaster, overpronounced
all the foreign names (Polanshki). Adrien Brody, he said, had been a
guest speaker here recently. Our usher was name-dropping. I was in love
with this place.
After the film, my friend Ross and I went to the ArcLight cafe, where we
chewed on the Holocaust and drank $9.50 glasses of the Clos du Bois
Alexander Valley merlot. Happier than I've ever been at the movies, I
realized not only that the ArcLight experience was wholly contemptible,
but that I am a wholly contemptible person.
Asking people to pay a huge markup that in actuality adds up to only a
few dollars is a brilliant business plan. It's like opening a
SuperStarbucks, where the venti lattes are eight bucks but the lines are
shorter. I asked Chris Forman, CEO of ArcLight, how he came up with the
idea of charging people more for -- let's face it -- the same 148
minutes of ''The Pianist,'' and misunderstanding me, he got testy.
Tickets are only $11 during the week, he told me, and that includes
parking. There is no surcharge for buying over the phone, no ads before
the movie, and with every visit members get points toward a free
admission. Forman knows the only thing the tasting-menu set likes more
than money is frequent-flier miles. I'd let my wife cheat on me if I
could get miles for it.
Though he claims the place is not for ''rich people'' but ''people with
an emotional connection to the cinema,'' Forman admitted the ArcLight
brings in a different clientele: ''One of the segments we're not
appealing to is people looking to kill time. They can go somewhere
else.'' My dad's seder, perhaps.
There's something sad about witnessing the final stratification of our
bifurcated caste system. Waiting anxiously to see if Vin Diesel can eke
out a third facial expression is the last experience our country enjoys
en masse, our last chance to laugh and cry with someone from the
opposite class. The Loews is the town square of the suburban age. And
yet, I've never been so happy to give that up for a sausage baguette
with watermelon barbecue sauce. If I wanted to rub elbows with the great
unwashed, I'd eat at the Olive Garden. So I've become an ArcLight
member. I hope I don't see you there.
(Posted:04/25/03)
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Prof. Bryan Caplan
Department of Economics George Mason University
http://www.bcaplan.com [EMAIL PROTECTED]
"Infancy conforms to nobody: all conform to it, so that
one babe commonly makes four or five out of the adults
who prattle and play to it."
--Ralph Waldo Emerson, "Self-Reliance"