We bought a little ranch house in 1961, about half a mile from the Whittier Theatre. In those days, patrons waiting for the previews of coming attractions to begin were treated to a simulated evening sky overhead. Tiny lights in the ceiling looked like stars. They projected images of clouds up there, appearing to drift from the back of the theatre toward the screen. Also, false “balconies” with Spanish wrought iron detailing on either side of the proscenium were lit by orange floodlights from below, giving the impression of exterior walls facing an open courtyard at twilight. The effect was charming.
We bought a little ranch house in 1961, about half a mile from the Whittier Theatre. In those days, patrons waiting for the previews of coming attractions to begin were treated to a simulated evening sky overhead. Tiny lights in the ceiling looked like stars. They projected images of clouds up there, appearing to drift from the back of the theatre toward the screen. Also, false “balconies” with Spanish wrought iron detailing on either side of the proscenium were lit by orange floodlights from below, giving the impression of exterior walls facing an open courtyard at twilight. The effect was charming.