I was lucky enough to have my first movie-going experiences in the Loyola; in fact, until I was an adolescent, I assumed all movie theaters were Art Deco palaces with red velvet curtains and swirly designs (which to me looked like giant duck heads) on the walls. My brothers and I loved the free movies, especially the inevitable moment(s) when some kid would sneak in the back door, temporarily flooding the screen with light, at which point the kids in the audience would shout, in unison, “SHUT THE DOOR!”
I was lucky enough to have my first movie-going experiences in the Loyola; in fact, until I was an adolescent, I assumed all movie theaters were Art Deco palaces with red velvet curtains and swirly designs (which to me looked like giant duck heads) on the walls. My brothers and I loved the free movies, especially the inevitable moment(s) when some kid would sneak in the back door, temporarily flooding the screen with light, at which point the kids in the audience would shout, in unison, “SHUT THE DOOR!”