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It was strange for more than one reason. This theater (at least for a time) had a dimwit manager who thought it would be dramatic to shine footlights onto the screen during the opening credits and the closing credits to simulate the presence of a curtain. I complained during the closing credits for MAS*H to no avail. I really wanted to read the credits but that was impossible and the manager didn’t seem to understand why I was upset. Argh.
My father, who is 91 years old, grew up in South Memphis near the Joy Theater. Actually, when he was a patron in the early 1930s it was called the Cameo Theater. A friend of his, Sonny Drane, was one of the “ticket takers.” I’m 61 years old and I remember seeing movies at the Joy in the 1950s.