OK, last time. Take MoPac South, go West at Hwy360, go down to your second light, and take a right. The theatre is that colossal structure on your left. Sheesh, I don't know how many times I've fielded calls from lost filmgoing friends who just couldn't seem to find this terrific Cinemark mainstay. Compasses for all next December, I swear. One of the newer megaplexes in town, this one features a garish color scheme guaranteed to remind you of weird Uncle Deepak's rumpus room. Talking trash canisters bearing the likeness of Cinemark feline mascot Front Row Joe are a nice touch, but it's the wonderful stadium-style seating that steals your heart. That and the enormous screens (eight of 'em) and sternum-cracking THX sound. Wheelchair accessible, of course, and with the usual complement of concessionary wallet-thinners, the coolest thing of all - and what "everybody's talkin'" about - is that their gift certificates are nicknamed "Joe Bucks." Somewhere, Johns Schlesinger and Voight are laughing themselves silly.