Maybe people miss the entrance despite the big sign because there's no neon or LED spectacular screaming for attention above the door. There's a teeny little movie-times scroll inside the door and the box office is upstairs (via stairs or elevator).

But inside, two theaters, one small and one 200-seater, both state-of-the-art, neither afflicted by 10 minutes of commercials or other hype, a rapt attentive audience, and a small art gallery/cafe to boot.

No matter, when New York City groaned and mourned when Cinema Village and many others of its arthouse ilk died in the 1990s, this is exactly the type of venue our Gotham brethren were mourning. Turn anyone onto the Siskel Center, and when they get done telling you how they never ever knew it was there, they'll go.