DH and I went to see the new Sherlock Holmes movie this week at the Paramount Theatre. We don't go very often, maybe once every three to five years.:o( DH doesn't have much interest in television so you can imagine what it's like dragging him to a movie theatre. It's been so long since we went to a movie DH asked for two adult tickets at the window and I had to point out that we are both seniors according to the price list posted above the window. We attended on Monday night. The thought of popcorn swimming in some sort of artificial oil no longer appeals to me and DH is not a snacker at any time of the day or night so we quickly walked past the snack bar and into the theatre proper. As soon as I stepped off the lobby carpet I felt my shoes stick to the painted concrete floor. We walked down the aisle with our shoes making little velcro sounds with each step. I made DH choose which row to sit in so he couldn't compain about it later and as we walked to the centre of the row I could see mybloggers popcorn wedged where the seat folded up againt the back. We found two seats that looked relatively clean and sat down but DH said his feet were in a big sticky spot so we moved over one. Now my feet were in a big sticky spot but I figured once the movie started I wouldn't notice. As far as I know there are no matinees on week days. I want to know where the cleaners were on Monday and how often they hose off the floor. It was truely disgusting. The movie started but I couldn't keep my feet still. It was like having something caught between your teeth and you keep poking at it with your tongue. The sticky floor, thoughts of what I might be sitting in and concentrating on not touching the arm rests were very distracting during all but the most thrilling parts of the movie. Also, I'm looking forward to loosing more of my hearing so the volumne won't be so deafening. I give the movie a B+ but Port Alberni's Paramount Theatre gets an E.