Old theatre, new fare. Having taken over for the Village the role of chief purveyor of films not starring Steve Martin or Arnold Schwarzenegger (i.e., "art films") about a year ago, the Arbor has transformed itself from a typical, inoffensively upscale neighborhood theatre into a hotbed of oozy carnality and exploding neo-epithets. And that was just one film! Seriously, though, the Arbor - under new management, it should be noted - is doing a bang-up for the black beret 'n' clove set. Seven screens, three of which are THX with the rest being Dolby and DTS, and with a virtuous 400 seats in the largest auditorium (with loveseats, no less), Regal's decision to move the art fare from the Village to the Arbor appears to have been spot on. With standard concessions and a Barnes & Noble 30 feet away if you feel like something a little more caffeinated or a tad more literary, the Arbor - complete with storm clouds brewing on the star-strewn ceiling - is still the best place in town to see a film featuring Ewan McGregor's naughty bits.