I felt like a modern day maharaja.
The waiter, dressed in a well-pressed black dress shirt, leaned over our seats and politely offered us champagne flutes of sparkling apple juice. I pressed a button on the side of my heavenly red leather La-Z-Boy and inclined from my totally horizontal 180 degree position to a 150-degree angle that allowed me to sip my juice. Yawning, Aliyah reached her hand out from beneath a red velvet blanket to grab her flute.
Just another day at the movies.
This is a trip to the cinema in style in India. For about $18 (as opposed to $4 for a normal movie ticket), you get one of 32 cushy leather thrones in a VIP theater dubbed "Gold Class." First, there's a private entrance (so maharajas like us don't have to mix with the commoners) that leads to a stylish black and red lounge with an Italian espresso machine, red velvet love seats, a five-star bathroom (with tricolor shoe polisher!) and oil paintings of Marlon Brando and James Dean bathed in soft yellow light. While we waited in the lounge to be let into the theater, a waiter brought us a menu that included many of the usuals (popcorn and pepsi), but also some higher-end items, like litchi iced tea and spaghetti bolognese.
After a few minutes of giggling in the lounge, we headed into the theater and crawled gratefully onto our leather sofa-chairs. We played with the recline-incline buttons. We drank complimentary apple juice from regal glasses and curled up under soft blankets. We pressed the red call button on the table between our chairs and ordered a tub of popcorn the size of an autorickshaw, a soda, and a mint-chocolate shake (that they served in a martini glass).
"I've never been more comfortable in India," Aliyah said.
And that, my friends, is how you get your girlfriend to enjoy an Indiana Jones movie.