Over the weekend I caught 28 Weeks Later at the newly revamped Broadway Metroplex.

They now serve pizza, which can be enjoyed on tiny tables wedged between the seats.

I've never been in a movie theater with a feature like this.

The one in front of me served as a handy foot rest (see above, not my actual foot, etc.).

As for the movie, I would have enjoyed it a lot more if it hadn't stared the world's craftiest zombie/Rage virus-infected whatever. Even if a zombie with the body of Arnold Schwarzenegger circa 1977 and the brain of Stephen Hawking couldn't have found his way into that subway tunnel.

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