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" How good is this movie theater? Put it this way: I&amp;#039;d sit through Little Nicky there. Hell, I&amp;#039;d sit through a Judd Nelson comedy. With Rosie O&amp;#039;Donnell as my date. I stumbled on the Shangri-la of theaters by chance. My wife and I were on vacation in Bangkok, and since its famed red-light district didn&amp;#039;t appeal to her, we decided we&amp;#039;d take in some entertainment that involved neither Ping-Pong balls nor donkeys nor any combination thereof. Our film of choice--Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon--was playing across town at a new place called the Gold Class Cinemas.  Compared with my local New York theater (where I recently spotted a rat scampering up the aisle), it was a revelation. We paid our seven bucks and were ushered into a waiting room with a tableful of magazines. Think of a dentist&amp;#039;s office, but without the threat of an imminent root canal. After decompressing for a couple minutes, we were let into the inner sanctum: a big screen, plush carpeting, and a mere 40 seats. And, oh, what seats. Instead of the chairs we get in New York--which might be comfortable for 11-year-old midgets--a pair of mammoth red velvety La-Z-Boy recliners cuddled our butts. In the words of the charmingly mangled brochure, &amp;quot;No matter how thriller the movie, you&amp;#039;ve never be on the edge of your seat.&amp;quot; To which I&amp;#039;d add, no matter how thriller the movie, it can always be improved by liquor. Which brings me to the full bar service. As the lights went down, a waitress delivered our order: two glasses of surprisingly good cabernet.  The only jarring part of the experience? Before the movie, they played the Thai national anthem, and we were encouraged to haul our butts out of our seats to show respect. Still, I&amp;#039;d rather do that than watch a Whoopi Goldberg trailer. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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