Oh, White Rock, when are you going to get a multiplex? Never? Off to the Rialto I go! Cute, tiny little neighborhood cinema squished in a corner between Starbucks and(I think) a pizza place. Flashy, seizure-inducing sign glittering away in the White Rock night, you know it’s gonna be a gooder. There’s only two theatres, complete with old style seats and that musty old-theatre smell that just brings you back to your childhood days of Tuesday matinees at the cheap theatre with dad. The curtains go up(yes, I said CURTAINS, we’re still kicking it old-school), and the show begins. This place has character, and great for the cheapo movie-going teenager.