This little movie mill has been in this location for what? Fifty years? It used to show potboiler crap, but it got the idea to become artsy along with the gentrification of the area. And it might have the odd movie - art film - that you could want to see. But I went there tonight to see a film and it was about 21 degrees (C) outside (71 degrees F). About twenty minutes through the movie in this tiny subterranean sweat-locker with 90 people jammed into it, I realized that I had sweated through my T-shirt. I looked at my smartphone and the temperature was 30 degrees (C) in the theater (83 F). Not a breath of air. Way uncomfortable and maybe unhealthy. So, I went up and asked the ticket seller if there was any ventilation (forget A/C) and he said of course there was. He went downstairs in the hole, returned, and told me the temperature was 21 (C). But he was lying. I asked for my money back. He said that he couldn't give refunds after the movie had been running for an hour. but the movie had only been running 25 minutes. He was lying. When I supported reality, he threatened to call the police because I "wasn't welcome there." I guess as uncomfortable the temperature was, it was more uncomfortable for him to be confronted with his lame attempts to urinate on my leg and tell me it was raining.