I am unsure when I first went to The Alamo Drafthouse. I know it was when it was still on
Colorado when downtown Austin's skyline wasn't trying to look like Vancouver or San Diego's younger, dumber cousin.
Viewings I took in there included the OG
Planet of the Apes, and Jamie came with me to a pasta dinner for the epic
Once Upon a Time in the West where we were served some truly terrible red wine. There were other movies at this locale, but those stick out.
I watched the Alamo institute a "select your seat" option online as people were having to show up earlier and earlier before shows to secure the correct seats - well before other theaters bothered.
During a lengthy run, from when we moved back in 2006 to when I watched
Shane at Mueller just before
COVID lockdown, I was at the Alamo once or twice a week. There were regulars - I didn't know their names, but you kind of eyeballed each other and knew who people were. Hope "Grey T-Shirt Guy" is doing okay (he was at every screening of everything).
As cell phones and manners have never been humanity's strong suit, The Alamo was a front runner in clearly stating - no. Not here. No talking or texting, or you'll be asked to leave. Without a refund.
The video below ran before movies for years. Because it worked. It demonstrated you, who talk and text, are an asshole and we will openly mock you.