I too have wanted to see the rebirth of this grand little palace. Inside these decaying walls are the memories of so many good times for residents of the Bridgeport neighborhood that it was such a big part of. I grew up in this should-be palace of sparkling stars on the ceiling, of balconies overlooking the seats and paintings depicting a place unlike the busy urban world it was also a part of.
I saw so many of my celluloid heroes alive on that screen, it seems like a waste of something that could just as easily be called a “Lost Treasure” to be left to the wrecking ball.
I too have wanted to see the rebirth of this grand little palace. Inside these decaying walls are the memories of so many good times for residents of the Bridgeport neighborhood that it was such a big part of. I grew up in this should-be palace of sparkling stars on the ceiling, of balconies overlooking the seats and paintings depicting a place unlike the busy urban world it was also a part of.
I saw so many of my celluloid heroes alive on that screen, it seems like a waste of something that could just as easily be called a “Lost Treasure” to be left to the wrecking ball.