The Mayan-- oh what memories I have of this theater that compare to none other....\r
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When I was 20 years old, I went to see the psychedelic film Rainbow Bridge, starring Jimi Hendrix. That night I took a strong dose of mescaline- and before my very eyes the theater, already with a surrealist atmosphere of sinister grinning aztec and mayan faces looking down on the audience from every high corner, from another dimension - turned into a kaleidoscope of bizarre images. The audience took on a collective insane, hilarious, and paranoid character- and then the film- I could remember NOTHING of the film when it was over, except that PEOPLE FLEW in the film.\r
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Years later, I moved into the Mayan neighborhood, and the theater had degenerated into a $1 movie house, and on many late afternoons I entertained myself in seats that had springs poking me in the butt- but it was swell anyway- I could hardly afford any other distractions.\r
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Years later again, the theater was lovingly restored, and I've seen many a film there- without hallucinating or being poked in my glutimus maximus. The espresso bar is a nice touch, the films are good, its comfortable- and there is NOTHING LIKE IT anywhere else--\r
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Its in the FACES- all still there, grinning. :-)\r
Neil Slade\r
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The Amazing Brain Adventure on the WEB\r
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911think on the WEB
Pros: nothing else like it
Cons: parking can be difficult
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