Over the last 10 years, going to the movies has become a gentrified experience. You watch a 3-D, smell-enhanced film on an IMAX screen from the comfort of a loveseat-sized leather recliner. A servant stands by, ready to bring you brie-and-grape quesadillas. A bar in the lobby serves beer, wine and signature cocktails. Trained technicians wearing infrared goggles can give you a mani/pedi by the light of a candelabra. Po’ Folks, I call bullshit on this. My entertainment budget for the whole weekend is $25.