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Last weekend I went to go watch this movie with friends. Quick review: Crude. Had it’s funny moments. Good, not great. No classic, but not a total waste of my $10.75. What really moved me was the nostalgic value of the film. As I walked out of the movie theater, I felt like I was walking back through time. 12 years back, when AMC Mercado 20 was brand new and the hallway entrance didn’t smell like vomit and boys high school locker room. I remember when this place was always packed, even on Sundays. Around every corner was a different group of friends or acquaintances to say whats up to and shoot the shit. When it was nearly impossible to find an open seat outside of the Starbucks and rice rockets would roll by slowly, bumping their base-heavy sound system that it tickled your inner-ear and scared all the little kiddies and concerned parents within a quarter-mile radius. It used to be OK to bring World Wraps and Jamba Juice into the theater. There used to be lines to use the restroom, not that I’m complaining… I’m just saying. What ever happened to Cig Boy and his little green bag? What happened to pusoy dos Sundays? Mercado used to be the center of my pre-adult universe and as I approach my 30’s, I realize how I’ve changed and how much this place has done the same… And it took a mildly-funny comedy starring John Cusack to get here.
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