Jesus god and other blasphemies, spiders creep across the bubble bar as double agents whisper into walkie-talkies, Brad Pitt's celebrity pajamas and Bruce Willis' sweat stained undergarments on proud display, oohs and ahhs from the east coast jet trash while in the bar lonely over a $5.95 swirlie drink with umbrella and trading cards for eyes, mannequins on display like upstairs behind glass cases. Rick Moranis' glasses under lock and key, moms dads and alternakids smeared down the steps and scared on the elevator.   T.V. screens play and replay Sly Stallone accepting one trophy after another, the television glow bouncing off the placards that display some of the classic scenes from the greatest movies of all time: i.e. "Nine Months", "Terminator 3" and "Look Who Isn't Talking Anymore."  Yeah, that place is like my church, I'd kill for those people.  My kingdom for the umbrella Danny Devito used in Batman 2, as Shakespeare might've said.   Meanwhile across town redneck dwarves bob up and down to Lynard Skynard and a dart board lonely in the corner nurses its Coors light.  This is some kind of town Matilda.