The Sunshine Theatre
A Most Informal and Personal Story
(Autobiography Volume Three)
A number of recent coincidences have got me to reminiscing, and long-forgotten memories are beginning to flood back,
for better or worse.
It was back in 1973 that I first attended the Sunshine Theatre, for a showing of Gone with the Wind.
The Sunshine Theatre was a stage theatre built into a six-story office building.
Once inside, I didnt feel quite comfortable.
My 13-year-old mind could not articulate what was wrong, but something was wrong.
Not only did I not know what was wrong,
I wasnt even able to figure out that my sense of awkwardness was caused by the unconscious recognition that something was wrong.
In 1976 the Sunshines license with Commonwealth Amusement expired and was not renewed,
and thus the theatre had to cease showing the first- and second-run movies that had proved an abject failure of late.
Downtown by the 1970s was dead.
Its life had been drained out of it by real-estate developers who enriched themselves by demolishing nearly everything of value.
Politicians were sold on the idea of modernization,
which left the once-beautiful city with acres of dust, acres of parking lots,
and a handful of hideously ugly ultramodern skyscrapers that nobody wanted to look at.
The once-thriving downtown had become almost a ghost town,
and it was certainly not a destination for those who wanted a night of fun and relaxation.
Courtesy of Mo Palmer, heres a linen postcard from the 1940s,
showing downtown Albuquerque when it was still a real downtown.
(Note the cast-stone trophies on the ballustrade atop the Sunshine Building, which are no longer there.)
Almost everything has been demolished, in a purported attempt to improve business.
The result was doom for small businesses,
which Im sure was one of the principal points of the exercise.
Perhaps the saddest loss of all was the Hotel Alvarado.
Heres the view today, according to Google Maps.
(The fisheye lens exaggerates the perspective, making objects look much, much more distant than they really are.)
All the personality and excitement are gone.
When downtown was effectively wiped off the map,
Albuquerque underwent an unexpected transformation
as small businesses started opening on Central Avenue between
University Boulevard and Carlisle Boulevard,
creating a new sort of semi-downtown nice, not bad, but without the glamour, adventure, or charm.
I never liked anything in Albuquerque east of Carlisle.
Unfortunately, many of my formative years were spent in the sprawling suburbs east of Carlisle.
Irony, you know....
The owner of the building, Francis A. Peloso Frank to his intimates, Mr. Peloso to everybody else
decided to try something different.
Rather than lease the theatre out to another chain, he operated it himself,
running a program of repertory movies, mostly from the 1930s and 1940s.
And he hired a contractor to fix the east side of the building.
It had originally been attached to other buildings that had recently been demolished,
and the outlines of what was once there made the place look like a slum.
The contractors stuccoed it, and then it looked fine.
I attended as often as possible,
especially when the programming went a little out of its usual realm and delved into the 1910s and 1920s.
It was there that I would watch Charlie Chaplin and Harold Lloyd and Mae West and the Marx Brothers and Buster Keaton and WC Fields.
It was there that I discovered such trivial but thoroughly enjoyable junk as
Libeled Lady and It Happened One Night and North by Northwest and so forth. Delightful days.
I enjoyed myself.
It was sad that so few people showed up.
In an auditorium the size of the Carlsbad Caverns,
it was disheartening that the typical audience was only a dozen or so people.
But something else was wrong too.
I had just recently purchased the Bramhall reprint of Ben Halls pathbreaking book on movie palaces,
The Best Remaining Seats, and thats the book that began to show me what was wrong.
The Sunshine Theatre as I knew it was not the Sunshine Theatre that had opened on the first of May 1924.
It had been changed, and radically.
The stage had been extended and completely covered the orchestra pit,
and new footlights had been improvised at the end of what had once been that orchestra pit.
There was no trace of the organ chambers.
And the auditorium was not inviting, but forbidding, merely an enormous hollow space.
A projectionist friend, Bob Schaeffer, had once told me that of all the projection booths he had ever worked in,
the most intimidating was the one at the Sunshine.
The Sunshines booth will scare you to death! he exclaimed.
What an enticing statement! I determined to take a look.
One day in 1977 I attended a showing of The Philadelphia Story,
and I was astonished at how horrible the picture quality was.
All blurry grain, so indistinct that it was nearly headache-inducing.
I couldnt understand why.
The preview had looked just fine, so why did the feature look so awful?
Ross Cacavalli was the manager in those days, always dressed in suit and tie,
and I asked him if I could visit the projection booth.
Of course! He would be delighted to escort me up to the projection booth and introduce me to his projectionist, Bob Manke, Sr.
Ross was quite proud of the booth, because not only could it run 35mm and 70mm, it could also run 16mm.
He told me that the theatre had just purchased and installed a 16mm pedestal machine,
and that The Philadelphia Story had been presented in 16mm.
Oh thats why it looked so bad! I blurted out, but Ross pretended not to hear me.
Didnt it look good? he asked. Would anyone realize that it was in 16mm? Surely not!
He was thrilled that 16mm at the Sunshine looked every bit as good as 35mm.
My view was a bit different, but I didnt press it.
So a few minutes after the next show started, once the audience was all settled in,
Ross walked me up to the mezzanine, unlocked the door to the balcony, walked me up the ramp to the loge,
then turned around and walked me up a balcony that was several stories tall,
so steep that it seemed to verge on 90 degrees, up what seemed half a mile to the projection booth,
which jutted out from the back wall, as so many 1920s projection booths did.
After making that Everest-like ascent, we turned into what was probably once a followspot booth or Brenograph booth,
which was up another few very steep steps, and then a few more steep steps up to the projection booth,
where we were greeted by the delightfully friendly Bob Manke, Sr., who was thrilled to have a visitor.
One look inside and I understood what Bob Schaeffer had meant by a booth scaring him to death.
This one would do it. The machines looked three times larger than normal projectors.
I couldnt understand why, because they were normal-sized machines.
But in a moment I saw the source of the illusion.
Each projector was resting atop a foot-tall concrete slab.
To reach the feed reel one would need to use a step ladder,
which is precisely what Bob Manke used when I saw him reload the 35mm preview.
The new Norelco 16mm (an FP-16, I think) was purring away.
It was a backwards machine, with the film side and the gear side reversed, which facilitated squeezing it into a tight booth.
It was huddled up against the regular machine # 2, so closely that it was almost touching.
Bob showed me around the booth, and pointed out numerous switches and push buttons that were once connected to something or other,
but all memory of their purposes was lost.
The wires had been pulled, and nobody coud figure out what they had done back in the 1920s.
He also showed me his little invention.
A new porthole had been cut into the wall for the 16mm movies,
and it had then been discovered that the resulting image was too tall for the screen.
Bob bolted some metal plates to the top and bottom of the porthole window
to crop the height of the image to force-fit it onto the screen. Why, I asked? Why not just get a longer lens? Unavailable.
But the proportions looked right, and I complimented him on running 35mm movies in the Academy aperture,
a feat that no other cinema or theatre in Albuquerque could match.
He confessed to me that he was not using the Academy aperture.
He pulled out an aperture plate for me to examine.
It was a 1:1.75 plate with extra height filed out.
It approached the .600" minimum required for Academy, but wasnt quite there.
All films were cropped.
I saw how he had filed the aperture with a reverse keystone, severely,
to help return the image on screen back to something vaguely resembling a rectangle.
And he also filed all his apertures curved, like a smile, to compensate for the curvature of the screen.
From the booth the screens curvature was far more noticeable than it was down on the orchestra level.
It was curved not only left and right, but also up and down, in the shape of a deep bowl.
And it was even more obvious that the screen was tilted back, more than a few degrees.
It seemed to be tilted back more than thirty degrees, though that was surely another illusion.
The projectors were tilted forward as far as they would go, about 30 degrees,
and even with the screen tilted back, the keystoning was extreme.
I pondered the setup for a few moments, and saw that, since the balcony extended almost all the way out to the stage,
if the projectors were on the floor, the bottom of the image would hit the balcony and never reach the screen.
That accounted for the foot-high concrete slabs. Clearly the architect had miscalculated!
The lamphouses were by Strong.
I cant remember the exact model, but I think it was Futura.
The bases were exceptionally sturdy, possibly Simplex Heavy Duty, but I dont remember.
The magnetic penthouses, picture heads, and sound heads were
I had never seen a Century JJ before, nor had I indeed seen any 70mm equipment.
So Bob talked me through the machines.
No, this is NOT the Sunshines booth.
This is the much larger and far more spacious booth at the Ciné Capitol in Antwerp.
I include this photo only to give you the vaguest idea of what a booth looks like.
The Sunshines booth was cramped.
The projectionists had removed the magazines, leaving the reels open rather than enclosed.
And the reels usually in use were not the 2000' (20-minute) size shown here,
but the much larger 6000' size holding over an hour of film.
The projectors were also raised on platforms, making the top reel impossible to reach without a stepladder.
Heres a video about a projection booth in Nauvoo, Illinois
an RCA booth, with Brenkert heads and Enarc lamps.
So now you can see the big secret, the machines that no owner or manager ever wanted you to see,
because they were too dangerous to show to mere mortals.
This was the mystery that we were never allowed to know anything about.
So what was the big deal? Can you figure it out? I cant.
If you want more,
a video of a booth thats slightly more like the Sunshines.
A considerably more modern version of the Century JJ components used at the Sunshine.
I think the ones at the Sunshine were painted wrinkle black, not metallic grey.
The top piece is the penthouse, used to reproduce the stereophonic magnetic stripes.
The middle unit is the picture head, which, of course, reproduces the picture.
The bottom piece is the optical sound head, which reproduces the then-monaural optical sound tracks.
The drive is a single-phase AC motor.
At age 17, pretty much all I knew about 70mm was that it was large, wide, had six-track magnetic sound,
and that it was supposed to run on wraparound Cinerama screens.
But a Cinerama screen was an impossibility in a theatre of the Sunshines design.
True, he said; 70mm was run on the Sunshines screen at the Cinemascope setting.
The extra value was in the clarity, not the resulting screen size or shape.
What about the 16mm machine? Why was the Sunshine, with its gigantic screen, running 16mm, which was designed only for small screens?
Because, he said, most of the repertory movies that the Sunshine wanted to show were no longer available in 35mm.
So the choice was either to switch programming altogether, or program in 16mm. I was heartsick.
(It turns out that the claim was untrue.
Most of these films were easily available in 35mm, but 16mm rentals and shipping were cheaper.)
I asked about the organ, the stage, the equipment for silent movies, but on these subjects Bob knew precisely nothing.
It was not that he knew nothing about the specifics of the Sunshines old presentations
of silent movies accompanied by an organist and/or orchestra, preceded by a few vaudeville acts.
No. That wasnt the problem.
He knew nothing about silent movies or organs or vaudeville acts at all, at the Sunshine or anywhere else.
I think it was Bob, though, who told me a different story, a story about the time a few years previously
when some kids sliced the bottom of the beautiful red curtain off.
I think they were caught and arrested, if memory serves, and the theatre had to pay a fortune to get the curtain replaced.
Though Mr. Peloso was rightly proud of what he called the waterfall curtain,
the correct term is Austrian Drape,
and you can see one in action on YouTube.
We continued to chat, not only about the Sunshine, or about movies, or about machines, but about everything under the sun.
Now, back in the 1970s all managers everywhere frowned upon visitors to the projection booth,
and most would not allow visitors at all.
I was thrilled to get so much time to explore, but I knew that my visit must soon come to an end, else sparks would fly.
But I did want to stay around to see the 35mm preview, which would mean I would have to stick around for another hour or so.
Then came a loud scraping sound.
The intercom between the office downstairs and the booth upstairs must have been installed around 1930.
The units were large, metal, with black enamel paint,
and gave no warning buzz or beep or alarm of any kind to attract the other partys attention.
So to let the other side know that you wanted to chat, you had to run your fingernail against the steel grating.
And that accounted for the scraping sound.
Bob said Yes? and Ross answered back in a pleasant voice, Is Ranjit still up there?
Yes he is, said Bob pleasantly,
to which Ross inhospitably barked back, Well tell him I think an hour is long enough to see a booth!!!
Bob turned to me with a sad smile on his face and said, Hes also part a**hole.
Did Ross hear him say that? Probably, I fear.
Bob and I exchanged our good-byes, and I climbed down from the booth and got instantly confused.
Why wasnt I on the balcony? Where was I? Ah!
I was in the side room, what I now guess was once a follow-spot booth or maybe a Brenograph booth.
I stepped down from that and took one last look down that magnificent balcony.
I had been in a few balconies before, but this was just the bees knees.
It was so tall, so majestic, and the screen was so many stories below and was so easy to look at, that one never wanted to leave.
At the top of that balcony, one felt as though one were sitting at the top of the world.
It was exhilarating. But I knew I had to go.
I walked down the treacherously steep balcony and reached the loge level,
turned right to go down the ramp to the locked door and back to the mezzanine,
and noticed that I was once again passing by a door.
Why was there a door at the side of a balcony?
I looked more carefully. It was a double door.
Between the two doors there was just enough space for me to see through.
I put my eye directly against the doors and looked in.
Behind the double doors was a short corridor, which led to the office-building portion of the Sunshine Building.
At the other end of that corridor was an old door, surely original from 1924,
with a frosted-glass window, with what was surely the original sign painted onto it, in gold letters with black bordering.
I wish I could remember the name, but it was DR. [SOMEBODY], DENTIST.
Why on earth would a dentists office be directly connected to a theatres balcony?
But there was no time to tarry.
I had to get downstairs before I got into even more trouble and put Bobs job on the line.
Ross was waiting for me, and he was not happy.
I thanked him for allowing me to visit the booth, but he was fuming.
I explained that I just wanted to stay until I could see the 35mm machine run,
and he huffed that I had already seen enough 35mm machines run and that this one would be no different.
I thanked him again, but he wanted me gone,
and angrily explained that he had done me a favor by letting me up to the booth and that I had taken advantage of his kindness. Oy.
I left, glad to get away from Ross, but sad to get away from the theatre.
A week or two later, when I could see that Ross had calmed down and was his usual gentle, happy, carefree self,
I mentioned to him that it would behoove him to look into getting different lenses, as all the films were cropped.
He knew about that, but it was all right, he was sure.
For instance, during the recent run of Pat & Mike, the golf ball in the golfing sequence was never visible,
being cropped off the bottom of the screen, but that was acceptable, he happily said,
as it did nothing to ruin the enjoyment of the movie.
Of course, I couldnt agree, but I didnt get into an argument by disagreeing.
As I kept on going back to see the movies, I got more and more irritated.
Not only was the auditorium completely changed, so was the lobby, so was the office, so was the mezzanine.
They were in art moderne style, which didnt exist in 1924.
And then, needing more office space, Mr. Peloso had a new office built up in the mezzanine, between the two small restrooms,
making the lounge area even smaller.
And unlike other theatres, where it was possible to arrive early and chat with the crew, this one was coldly efficient.
The doors would open just before a show, the staff and crew were safely positioned,
and nobody was available for any sort of small talk.
The house rule was the traditional get em in here, get their money, get em out again ideology
so beloved of businessmen.
Though the building would never be restored, at least the presentations improved.
Gone with the Wind was scheduled yet again,
and the 35mm preview that MGM shipped over advertised the new 70mm print.
Little did most people know that the movie would be presented in 16mm.
I didnt bother to attend.
I had seen the movie before and had no desire to see it again, especially not in 16mm.
There must have been large audiences that week and there must have been large complaints.
The Sunshine never ran 16mm again.
All future presentations were in 35mm, except for Jolson Sings Again which was in 70mm (and which I missed for some reason).
One day I saw Bad Day at Black Rock, to which my mother had sung praises.
I did not know that the movie was Cinemascope,
and once I saw that the masking was opened to the Cinemascope ratio, filling nearly the entire width of the proscenium arch,
I knew we were in for trouble.
If keystoning is bad on Academy-aperture movies, it will be twice as bad with Cinemascope,
because Cinemascope squeezes the image on the film and the lenses stretch it out again on screen.
So if keystoning makes the bottom of an Academy movie ten feet wider than the top of the image,
then Cinemascope will make the bottom twenty feet wider than the top.
And thats about the way it was.
The curvature of the screen was more drastic than I had thought, and the tilting was more obvious, as was the bowl-shape.
Sort of the way it looks at a regular cinema.
As you can see, the composition intended to be slightly disorienting.
At the Sunshine it was more disorienting than the filmmakers ever intended.
Did audiences complain? Of course not!
Nobody noticed until I pointed it out.
Oh. Yeah. Wow. Look at that. I never noticed that before.
The two candy-counter kids, actually in their early 20s, I think, which made them a bit older than I was,
were remarking to each other how amazed they were by Bobs handiwork.
They had seen him experiment with the movie before the house opened.
The print had faded to almost pure pink.
Then they could see that Bob dropped a gel in front of the lens, and suddenly the colors were perfect. I was stunned.
That was a faded print? I would never have guessed in a million years. The colors looked spot-on to me.
What combinations of Rosco gels did Bob use to accomplish that magic trick?
Yes, he had told me that he had once worked at Eastman Kodak in Rochester
and that he had learned a great deal about color combinations and photography,
but if he could bring color back to a pink print just by dropping a combination of filters in front of the lens,
then he was a true miracle worker. I didnt think such was possible.
In later years, projecting at other places, I tried various combinations and made matters even worse.
Pink prints had to remain pink on screen; I could find no cure.
I overheard the candy-counter kids continue: Bob would refuse to reveal his secrets.
He would not tell the candy-counter kids. He would not tell anyone, for any reason.
It was his little secret, and he would monopolize it and take it with him to the grave.
And indeed, when I next bumped into him, I asked how he had performed that trick,
but his lips were sealed. Blast it all!
Bob Sr. was getting ready to retire, which is why he started to train Bob Jr., but, alas, other projectionists were brought in.
Some of them I knew and some of them I was on friendly terms with.
I asked one if I could visit him in the booth.
Youll have to ask Mr. Peloso.
So I asked Mr. Peloso. He was distinguished-looking, in his 60s, stocky, white hair, white mustache, and a beautifully genteel voice.
Looking past me, in his condescending way, he replied absolutely not.
No visitors are allowed to the booth, at any time, for any reason, no matter who they are,
not even if theyre union projectionists themselves, under any circumstances, no matter what.
Well, I informed him, you do know that Ross Cacavalli had once walked me up to the booth?
I know. And he shouldnt have. And he knew he shouldnt have. I talked with him about that.
But its okay. You didnt know. No harm done. But youre not going to do it again.
So I gave up on that venture, and returned only to see the movies and to wonder what the building had originally been like in 1924.
I couldnt picture it. Surely there was decorative plaster molding everywhere, along with a nice color scheme.
The only remaining decorative plaster was that surrounding the proscenium.
I paid a visit to the downtown library to go through the microfilms of the newspapers on the day of the opening. Nothing.
Just an ad announcing the local première of Ramón Novarro in
Scaramouche at the grand opening of Albuquerques new movie theatre,
the Sunshine. That was it.
I checked the next days newspapers, and there was a one-column article about the previous nights grand opening.
The buildings owner, Joseph Barnett, had sat inconspicuously at the top of the balcony,
and was pleased that the audience had reacted favorably.
There was a small photo, blurry, washed out, showing a single detail: an exit door in the auditorium.
It was interesting in that it had three arches.
Apparently the middle arch was the actual access to the corridor leading to the emergency exit.
The two side arches must have been decorative, and nothing more.
They were done in a sort of a Persian style.
So next time I attended a movie at the Sunshine,
I walked up to the exit doors and tried to find any telltale clue of a three-arch gateway to the emergency exit.
Not a single remaining trace.
The entire auditorium had obviously been replastered, and all the original decorations had been destroyed, undoubtedly.
What on earth could the auditorium originally have looked like?
I asked around for photos. Nobody had any, and nobody seemed to care in the least.
Nobody ever accused me back in those days of being intelligent.
Looking back on it, I see the reason for that: I was not at all intelligent.
For now that Ive decided to write this essay, I can recall that there was actually interest.
Before the movies started, there were occasional women (never men, for some reason) who would look around at the building carefully,
walk down to the remnants of the orchestra pit and look up into the balcony with deep interest,
trying to see everything they could.
I should have introduced myself and found allies.
But I didnt even think to.
(For years my memories were trying to trigger something, but I never knew what.
Now I know.
I later met someone who reminded me of Mr. Peloso in every way
demeanor, bearing, voice, manner of dress, appearance, everything
except that this other person was personable and approachable and theres no other word honorable.
And that other person was exploitation-movie producer David Friedman.
Heavens! I must call him sometime soon. But I lost his number! Drat!)
After some time had passed, I risked speaking to Mr. Peloso again.
Ross Cacavalli was no longer working as manager,
and so it was Mr. Peloso himself, wearing his suit and tie, who stood in the lobby tearing tickets.
Or if someone else was available to tear tickets,
he would stand by the ticket-tearer in order to watch, warily, every customer who entered.
I asked Mr. Peloso if he had any remnants of the old days of the Sunshine, or any photos.
Looking past me, he provided an answer that was rather eloquent if not especially loquacious: No. I let it go.
By the way, it was only Mr. Peloso and Ross who wore suits and ties.
They were owner and manager and had to dress accordingly.
Had any underlings dared to dress so formally they would have been considered insubordinate, Im sure.
More time passed. I began to understand that Mr. Peloso would never deign to give his full attention to a mere commoner.
Nonetheless, I took a chance at attempting to talk with him again. I knew that there was a stage.
Indeed, the loading door back stage was still visible from the alleyway outside,
the flyloft was perched above the citys skyline for everyone to see,
and the corridors leading to the exit doors in back were about 30 feet long, maybe 40 feet, flanking the stage.
And some fellow theatre students at UNM had told me that they had recently, circa 1977,
gotten permission to go back stage and take the vaudeville drops that had been hanging there since the 1920s.
They told me that those drops were now in the universitys storage (I never got to see them),
and they told me how amused they were to see that the fly system was still weighted by sandbags
and that the lighting board was a huge wall of resistance dimmers.
They had heard of such things, but had never seen any such setup before.
So I asked Mr. Peloso if I could get someone to escort me on a tour of the stage.
Looking away from me, he replied, Stage? What stage? Theres no stage.
I let it go.
Later I asked a projectionist I knew if someday, after hours, he could give me a tour of the stage behind that movie screen.
Stage? What stage? Theres no stage.
I let it go.
All memory of the reason has vanished,
but one day I needed to chat with J, the projectionist, briefly about something or other.
I asked one of the candy-counter kids if he could ask J
if he had time between shows to come down to see me.
This kid smiled, invited me to follow him as bounded up the stairs.
He unlocked the balcony door for me and invited me in. I was nervous.
But Mr. Peloso told me not to come up here. Oh its okay. Go in. Yikes. What if I get caught?
I walked up the ramp to the loge, looked in again through the double doors into the corridor,
and the DR. [SOMEBODY], DENTIST sign was still on the door. I made my way up the balcony.
J was sitting in a balcony seat by the booth door, watching the movie,
and he looked awfully confused as he saw me approach.
I explained who had let me up, and he looked worried sick.
Thats not good. Ill be in a lot of trouble with Mr. Peloso if he finds out that youre here.
So I left, immediately.
Some months went by, and I risked talking with Mr. Peloso again.
I asked why 70mm had been installed if there was no possibility of installing a Cinerama screen.
Looking away from me, he answered, tersely, We had a Cinerama screen once,
but it made people physically ill so we took it out.
He turned and walked off, not wishing to say anything more.
More months went by. And one day I said to Mr. Peloso how much I loved the Sunshine Building.
Looking away from me, he said he felt the same way, and that so long as he lived,
he would keep it in his possession and maintain it and make sure that it would never be endangered.
A few weeks later the newspapers revealed that he had just sold the building. I asked him why.
Looking away from me, he said that the new owners would show Méxican movies, which were exceptionally fine,
and that they would serve the building well.
He would say no more.
The last show was another double feature, The Time Machine and Forbidden Planet.
Not my type of movies at all, but it was possibly my last chance to visit the Sunshine. So I went.
The doors opened just before showtime, I walked in, and the two candy-counter kids were not sad at losing their jobs.
They were acting as though this were the greatest and happiest day of their lives,
for today was that day that E (my old boss from another cinema, who had fired me not too long before)
would come by to visit J in the projection booth. I was a bit stunned.
How could that be, if Mr. Peloso would not allow anyone to the booth?
Well, they answered, E was privileged, because he was a working projectionist,
unlike me, and so he had full rights to visit any booth he so pleased at any time he so pleased.
They continued to boast of Es worth and achievements, contrasting them sharply with my own professional failure.
Was I taking this the wrong way?
Or were those two candy-counter kids just trying to rub my nose in it?
Their remarks were entirely unnecessary.
Mr. Peloso walked in just a minute later.
I said Hi and remarked that I had just heard that E was going to visit the projection booth.
Looking away from me, he said,
Whos E? He cant go to the booth. No ones allowed in the booth.
He had not known.
This was all confusing, and I felt as though someone were playing a trick on me.
I dropped the subject as though it were a hot potato.
I saw the two movies, which I disliked entirely,
and as the beautiful red curtain came down at the end of the second feature, I felt sad at witnessing the end of an era.
As I walked out of the auditorium I saw a smiling E bounce down the stairs and leave the building,
happy to have seen J again and happy to have seen such an oddball booth, Im sure.
He didnt notice me, or pretended not to have noticed me.
He was the last person I wanted to see,
and I felt insulted that the candy-counter kids were lavishing praise on this guy whom they had never even met,
and had been lavishing praise on him apparently only because he had fired me from a different cinema.
The new owners took off with a bang. They ran Méxican movies, and they did quite well indeed.
In 1981 they sold the three-story-tall SUNSHINE vertical sign to a museum.
After a few years I finally worked up the courage to attend a Saturday matinée.
Chile Picante was the first offering, and I cant remember the title of the second movie
(three guys say they have business meetings, but theyre really headed out to Acapulco together for fun and games and gals;
with a single phone call their wives catch them all, and that was one of the funniest scenes Ive ever seen,
and ever since seeing that movie I laugh every time I hear the name Raúl).
The movies were quite silly, but the audience for them was large.
There must have been several hundred people in the auditorium.
And even though Chile Picante consisted almost entirely of nude scenes (its only selling point),
the audience consisted almost entirely of grandparents, parents, and their small children.
Different culture, yes, but it was not until that afternoon that I began to realize just how different.
After the show I talked with the manager-on-duty and asked who the projectionist was.
J, he told me. I was delighted.
I hadnt seen him in several years and would love to say hello.
The manager rubbed his fingernail against the intercom, and J answered.
Theres someone here who wants to see you.
J sounded completely confused. Who? Well, I guess you can send him up.
At that moment I blurted out, Hi J, its me, Ranjit.
Silence. Long silence.
I dont want you up here. Im still sore at you for what you did.
What did I do?
You got me into a lot of trouble when you told Mr. Peloso on me that E was visiting the booth.
A lot of trouble. That was a real dirty thing to do. I dont want to talk to you.
Should I defend myself? No. What would be the use? Okay. Bye.
So now, at last, several years later, I finally understood the fiendish glee of those two candy-counter kids.
They knew that if they relentlessly rubbed my nose into it by boasting of Es special privileges,
that I would mention this to Mr. Peloso, who would become indignant and get J into career-threatening trouble.
And then they could explain to J that it was I who had blabbed and caused the upset.
They knew that J would never think things through and would simply accept their version unquestioningly.
They calculated correctly every step of the way, and their prank worked wonders.
I feel confident that they spent the next several weeks laughing themselves into convulsions
over the splendid success of their little plan.
Moral: This is the inevitable result of élitism.
This is what happens when an élitist employer thinks of employees as naught more than unworthy peons.
The employers idea becomes self-fulfilling prophecy, for that employer will hire only people with peon mentality.
(I exempt the projectionists, since in this case the employer did not hire them; the union supplied them.)
The peons will then get back at said employer by behaving deplorably and playing stupid, sneaky, childish games.
So as much as I hope that those candy-counter kids get run over by a steam roller,
I realize that, once again, this problem, like all job-related problems, was a top-down problem.
By the way, now that I think of it, I cant recall that any woman ever worked at the Sunshine
while Mr. Peloso was doing his own programming.
I could be wrong, but I think Mr. Peloso hired only the male of the species, for whatever reason.
If there was ever a woman there, it would have been in only the lowliest capacity as ticket seller.
And now that this obvious situation finally filters through my thick skull three decades later,
I can recognize how deep the problem there really was.
(NOTE ADDED TUESDAY, 1 MAY 2012: I have been assured by those in the know that Mr. Peloso did indeed hire women,
but Ill stand by my statement that they were in the minority and relegated to the lower-paying tasks.)
Despite all that, when I left, I felt a little better, knowing that the building was indeed being cared for
and that tickets were selling far better than at any other cinema in town.
But at the same time there were strange things happening.
The newspapers began to report that some real-estate developers were talking City Hall into acquiring the Sunshine Building,
demolishing it, and building a public pool in its place.
Commentators were in favor of the idea, leading me to suspect that they were on more than one payroll.
The very thought of demolition gave me nightmares.
A friend suggested to me that it would be a better idea to combine the two ventures.
The orchestra level could be replaced by a pool, but theatrical shows could continue on stage.
I was too sad to laugh at first, but soon we both got the giggles, inventing a stage show called The Emergent Sea,
in which characters would not walk about on stage but pretend to swim in the air above the stage floor as prop fish were floated around.
Characters would make their entrances by jumping off a high dive visible at either end of the proscenium
and swim down to join the other characters.
When an actors mind would go blank, he would call out Line
and the dialogue would be delivered to him on a fish hook cast down by someone perched by the top of the proscenium.
The EMERGENCY EXIT signs would be replaced by EMERGENT SEA EXIT signs.
All the while the audience, dressed in top hats and tails, would be treading water,
vocally criticizing the performance during the show.
He is an actor of the first water, but this play is all wet.
Despite the few minutes of giggles I was worried, terribly.
What was going to happen to my beloved building?
I discovered that there was a new group, just founded in response to the threat of demolition.
It was called the Friends of the Sunshine, and it was run by Edna Heatherington Bergman.
I cant remember who it was who gave me her number, but I called her right away and we had a nice long chat.
She had seen as little of the building as I had,
since managers were not happy about letting people see more than the lobby and auditorium.
I mentioned to her the obvious.
The only major stage venue in Albuquerque was UNMs Popejoy Hall,
and it could not accommodate all the touring shows that wanted to play in Albuquerque.
The Sunshine had a fully rigged stage, and the building was surrounded by acres of parking.
If someone could just open up that stage and do a tiny little bit to bring it up to date,
the auditorium could be filled for almost every show.
She agreed. She had never seen the stage,
but in her talks with people who had joined her Friends of the Sunshine group, she kept hearing that,
You know, theres a stage back there.
I had no job and no money at the time, and so I did not join the Friends of the Sunshine,
and I attended no meetings because I didnt have a car.
That was our only conversation. I would love to talk with her again, but I cant locate her anywhere.
Its as though she vanished off the face of the map.
Almost by accident, in early 1984 I got a job at well, if I mention it Ill probably get sued. So never mind.
But I was once again a projectionist of sorts.
The machines I was running had partially melted because a previous projectionist had habitually neglected to close the dowsers.
They were falling apart. The amplifiers were overheating.
The exhaust system was so badly constructed that every time there was a slight breeze outside, the $1,200 reflectors would shatter.
Suffice it to say that it was a mess.
And the owners had no budget, or claimed not to have a budget, to pay for any replacements or repairs.
This was not a job I was going to keep, but in Albuquerque, where jobs were as scarce as hens teeth,
I couldnt cavalierly walk away either.
In order to stay, I needed some expert advice.
Since the Sunshine had similar lamphouses, I called to see if I could visit to chat with the projectionist.
I can no longer remember his name, but he was a nice young fellow
who had filled the booth with Playboy and Penthouse magazines and complained about Bob Gucciones photography.
Who wants to look at a blurry picture? he loudly griped.
Upon entering the booth for the first time in so many years,
I saw that it was as scary as it ever had been,
but that it was now in about as sad a shape as the booth that I was trying and failing to run.
The lamphouse wiring had crumbled, and this young fellow had put in a requisition for replacements.
No. No budget. No replacements.
So he pulled the covers off of the bases, gathered up all the scrap copper bars he could find,
bolted them together, and improvised some DC wiring. I looked at it in terror. What if I slip? I would fry.
He told me that the local business agent, Rudy Napoleon, had visited the booth recently and asked,
Isnt that dangerous?
The young projectionist replied, I never touch it to find out.
(Incidentally, I noticed something else that afternoon.
I think the house lights were on a simple on-off switch.
But the footlights that shone upon the Austrian drape were on a dimmer,
a resistance dimmer operated by an old-fashioned handle on the wall between the two projectors.
But it was so high up on the wall, maybe nine or ten feet, that nobody could reach it.
To operate it someone had dangled a long wooden handle from the dimmer handle.
What a curious sight!)
I cant remember precisely what all I asked him, but I do remember that he was as forlorn as I,
and that no solutions were forthcoming.
I did ask him, though, why he was cropping all the Méxican movies at 1:2.00.
He asked, What choice was there?
I said that back in the repertory days, the projectionists had used longer lenses and larger apertures.
Oh they must have taken that away. There are no other lenses here.
Id be very surprised if they took them away. They should have been part of the building sale.
I bet theyre here. Pause.
He looked confused, thought for a few moments, looked up at the top of a cabinet,
and pulled down a pair of long lenses, to each of which was taped the old pseudo-Academy aperture.
He looked at the apertures and said, That would be a lot better! Yeah! But it would overfill the screen.
No, not if you put those lenses on. Those make the picture smaller.
You bring in the side masking, and youll get the whole picture on screen.
He was completely confused, never having heard such a concept before.
He didnt know that different lenses enlarged the image to different sizes.
Oh well, I could see that this was about to lead into that same old argument that I could never win.
I just urged him to try it. He noncomittally said he would.
After having looked at the balcony again, I couldnt help but praise it, and mourn its closing.
Actually, he told me, the balcony had been opened numerous times for the Méxican movies,
but he preferred it when it was closed.
I wish those people would just crawl back under whatever rock they crawled out from.
I was puzzled. He explained.
The balcony audiences were rowdy, and worse than rowdy.
There was one day when he heard a woman just outside the booth door repeatedly cry out Rape!
I tried to run out to help, but someone in the balcony was holding the door closed,
and I couldnt open it no matter how hard I tried.
Strange thing was, it didnt seem like a rape; it sounded like the girl was enjoying it.
I dont know. Its just weird. I just wish these people would go away.
And they should keep the balcony closed.
What a disturbing story.
I left and never saw him again.
And then my bosses at the other cinema, well, they did some horrid, horrid things,
and it was impossible for me to work there anymore. It was no loss.
Then in 1987 I moved to Buffalo.
An Albuquerquean friend told me two years later that the Sunshine was now a rock venue.
Méxican movies were a thing of the past.
(I learned only recently that pretty much all Méxican cinemas closed down at the time, because the product completely dried up.)
The screen was gone, the stage was opened, the auditorium floor was leveled,
and whenever something went wrong with the audio, the operators turned up the volume even louder, to the point of being deafening.
For eight years I hated Buffalo.
Then I discovered its glorious history,
and so for the next eight years I was in love with it and decided never to leave.
But I had the worst job in the world, and once 9/11 happened, life there became impossible, and so I left and wandered.
Finally in November 2008 I returned for a brief visit to Albuquerque. Downtown has changed.
A few changes are for the better, as a few lots have been built up rather tastefully.
But even more has been destroyed.
The ugly new stuff remains, even if its abandoned,
but a number of breathtaking and irreplaceable antique buildings, which were still in operation, were leveled.
The Sunshine looked to be falling to pieces. But at least it still stood. It was time to do some history.
The three-story-tall SUNSHINE vertical sign, it turns out, was not original. It was added later.
Now, that doesnt mean that Im happy it was sold to a museum. Not at all.
It was a beautiful sign, it did nothing to harm the buildings integrity, and did much to enhance it,
besides which it was a great advertising tool.
I asked around some more for photos of the original 1924 interior, and came up empty-handed.
An archive houses the surviving papers of the architect, Henry C Trost of El Paso, but it has no information about the Sunshine.
The UNM Center for Southwest Studies has plans for the hideous 1948 remodeling, but not of the original.
Gail Rasmussen of the Albuquerque Special Collections Library told me of a family newsletter, The Barnett Banner, which may or may not be related to our Joseph Barnett.
It is no longer being published and its staff are impossible to locate.
She also put me in touch with Mo Palmer, author of Albuquerque: Then and Now,
who informed me that the Peloso family appears to have no historical materials on the Sunshine Building.
It turns out that Frank Peloso was Joseph Barnetts nephew and principal heir.
Barnetts business papers were probably housed in the nearby Barnett Building when it burned to the ground.
Back when I was in Buffalo I made the acquaintance of numerous theatre buffs, and we exchanged notes.
Thats how I discovered that the Sunshines organ, installed in 1923,
was a 3-manual 14-rank Hillgreen-Lane, opus 755,
and that it was sold to the military base at Roswell, where I presume its still being used.
Hillgreen-Lane is long out of business, and I have never seen any of its promotional materials.
Mo asked me a simple question: When was the Sunshines stage sealed off?
I was shocked at myself for never having thought about that before.
And now that I finally thought about it, I could see that it was an easy problem to work out,
because I had more information at my fingertips than I had realized.
But it took me three days to piece the story together.
As mentioned above, the Cinemascope screen was bowl-shaped and tilted back at a fairly extreme angle.
That information supplies us with a number of clues.
The screen frame was deep, probably ten or fifteen feet deep, and it weighed probably a thousand pounds or more.
Now, why was the screen bowl-shaped?
For focus, of course, but most cinemas get perfectly acceptable focus with flat screens
not perfect focus by any means, but more than close enough to be perfectly acceptable.
So why not the Sunshine? Thats the clue were looking for.
When Bausch & Lomb first introduced Cinemascope in December 1953,
the spherical aberration was horrendous (and the cylindrical aberration was also quite bad, but that was not as important).
Those lenses would not focus on a flat screen.
But not long afterwards, probably less than a year afterwards,
there were greatly improved lenses on the market, which could get reasonable focus on a flat screen,
with far less distortion than Bausch & Lombs original Cinemascope lenses.
So the screen was installed in December 1953 or very early 1954 at the latest.
If a Cinemascope screen had been installed any later, it would have been flat and could have been flown out of the way when not needed.
Because the screen frame was so large and deep and heavy, it was essentially a permanent fixture at the front of the stage,
effectively making any sort of stage show an impossibility.
Indeed, when we sift through the newspapers, we do see that Cinemascope was installed at the Sunshine in December 1953:
Theaters Kept Up on Periodic Basis,
The Albuquerque Journal, 20 November 1961, p 9:
...The theater, part of the Sunshine Building,
is leased from the Barnett estate.
Last major renovation occurred in 1953,
when the lobby was enlarged and equipment installed for cinemascope.
Since then new carpets and new screens have been added....
I do not have access to the December 1953 papers, unfortunately,
but before the 1st of January 1954 the Sunshine was running How to Marry a Millionaire,
a Cinemascope extravaganza, and for the next few months (maybe years?) all its offerings were Cinemascope.
Now, I reasoned to myself that the Century JJ machines must have been installed at that time,
but I discovered that my history was far off the mark.
I found an essay entitled
Film-Tech: The Projectionists Projector
which tells me that Century introduced its JJ model in 1960, and it was at that time strictly 70mm, with no capability of running 35mm.
It was not until the late 1960s that a 35mm retrofit was invented for the JJ model. So that ended my theory.
Clearly the older machines were kept in use, but with new lenses,
new magnetic penthouses, new components in the sound rack, and new speakers backstage and all around the auditorium.
(As a side note,
Film-Tech: The Projectionists Projector
makes mincemeat of those eminent historians who now declare that no 55mm projector was ever built,
that Carousel and The King and I were originally presented in 35mm,
and that any advertisements that stated otherwise were false.
So much for eminent historians!
Maybe theyre right about 55mm never being shown publicly, though I strongly doubt it,
but the machines and the capabilities were certainly there.)
If Mr. Peloso was right when he said that a Cinerama screen was temporarily installed,
when did that occur?
70mm was shown on Cinerama screens for Todd-AO,
which was invented in the early 1950s (at the Regent Theatre in Buffalo, coincidentally).
Todd-AO was out of fashion just over ten years later,
because studios didnt like the expense.
They reverted to essentially the worst 35mm format ever devised, 1:1.85,
and taught us to mock anything that came earlier as being laughably primitive.
When we look through the newspapers, we can make a discovery:
Cleopatra Gets Largest Guarantee,
The Albuquerque Tribune, 5 September 1963, p D-6:
...Mr. [Harold W.] Evans said that 20th Century Fox also has a promise
from the Albuquerque Theatres that the picture will run at least 20 weeks here.
Albuquerque Theaters will spend about $75,000 in a renovation project
at the downtown theater to prepare it for Cleopatra, Mr. [Lou] Avolio said.
The theater will be recarpeted and repainted.
New projection and sound equipment to take the 70-mm Todd-AO film
will be installed.
Mr. Avolio said that the projection system will be a flexible one
that can use 70-mm and 35-mm film.
A new wide screen will be installed....
The Sunshine will be closed on Sept. 26 for the renovation project....
Now we have to put on our thinking caps again.
A Cinerama screen, of course, cannot possibly fit at the Sunshine.
The only way to mimic Cinerama in that building is to have a large (louvered?) screen recede onto the stage floor
and to have the sides protrude only a few feet outside the left and right sides of the proscenium.
The distortion from keystoning plus curvature would make the resulting image all but unusable and certainly unwatchable,
even if the lab had created a reverse keystone on the print to compensate for a rake as extreme as the Sunshines.
After the guaranteed 20-week run,
it was undoubtedly with great relief that the Cinerama screen was taken down.
The Norelco AA Todd-AO projectors were the best ever put on the market,
and they could have stayed and run movies on a normal screen.
But I presume that management was so disgusted with the whole enterprise
that they wanted to be rid of all reminders of the failed experiment.
They got rid of the Norelcos and surely reinstalled the older projectors,
which had probably been kept in storage elsewhere in the building.
Of course, none of that explains the presence of the Century JJ machines that had been retrofitted to run both 70mm and 35mm.
When were they installed?
A look through the newspapers reveals nothing definitive, though it does reveal a most likely date: the first week of May 1968.
Thats when the Sunshine revived Gone with the Wind.
It had played there in 1939 as an Albuquerque première,
and now in the spring of 1968 it was being re-released in a modified version.
The top and bottom of the picture were lopped off, the center was enlarged to 70mm,
and six-track sound was simulated from the original monaural.
That is almost surely when the JJs were installed, and since they were versatile machines, there was no reason to replace them.
What happened to the older machines, heaven only knows.
(Doing Gone with Wind Marquee Is an Old Story for A. J. Holder,
The Albuquerque Tribune, 2 May 1968, p B-15.)
And all this just because I want to know what the original interior looked like! Well, life is nothing but tangents.
My thankfulness knows no bounds when it comes to the changes in attitude.
When I was a teen, I recognized that the stage show or the movie was only a small fraction of the entertainment.
The building and the décor and the audience and the ambience were the better part of the show.
I fantasized about having my own theatre,
where audiences would see not only the show but the back stage and the basement and the boiler room and the offices
and the booths and the attic and the roof, and would then relax in the restaurant housed in the same building.
Now, at last, more than 30 years later, I see that I was not the only person thinking along those lines.
Theatre tours are becoming popular. People want to climb through every tiny little niche of old theatres.
They want to feel a sense of ownership.
This is much more important to many people than the show itself,
which many people (especially me) can easily do without.
Where Frank Peloso went wrong and not only Frank Peloso, but pretty much all theatre owners and managers
was in regarding theatre and cinema as strictly a business, entirely cold and impersonal.
By way of illustration, I recall that one afternoon I asked Ross Cacavalli for something
maybe a few extra calendars to give out to friends, or something else trivial, I cant remember.
He went to the office just off the lobby to help me, when suddenly there was a buzzing alarm.
And it kept buzzing and buzzing for several seconds.
Mr. Peloso was sitting at his desk, and he looked terribly concerned.
Thats the back door. Someones sneaking in the back door.
Go inside and see if you can find someone without a ticket.
Ross responded that it was already too late, for whoever snuck in was surely already seated and would be impossible to pick out.
Mr. Peloso agreed, and realized that in the future they would all have to be more vigilant
to guard against people sneaking in the back way.
I kept trying to cut in, but could never get more than a syllable out before they spoke over me as though I didnt exist.
Finally I gave up.
But what I was trying to say was that a few weeks earlier I had myself opened both exit doors and looked out,
just because I love exploring old buildings.
The alarm this time was probably in response to someone else just like me who loves to explore old buildings.
Further, the idea that anyone would want to sneak into a forty-year-old black-and-white movie was delusional.
I see now that there was no hope that I could have communicated those ideas to them.
They were under the impression that people came only to see a hit movie.
They would never have understood that people actually came just to enjoy the surroundings,
or because they enjoyed what little was left of downtown,
and the movies simply gave them an excuse to spend a day in the vicinity.
But Mr. Peloso and Ross apparently believed, and believed firmly, that business was business,
and that the only aim of business was to get money out of customers pockets.
Any verbal conversation beyond Two adults, two children, That will be six dollars please
would have been considered fraternizing with the customers,
and fraternizing was regarded as immoral and was severely frowned upon.
That whole attitude is so wrong.
People dont want to drive ten or twenty miles just to see a movie and then drive away again.
They want to feel welcomed. They want to feel at home. They want to luxuriate in their surroundings.
They want to be corrupted by pleasure. They want to make the outing a part of a larger field trip.
The old get em in here, get their money, and get em out again strategy will simply result in bankruptcy,
to say nothing of hard feelings.
The above is extremely informal and personal, and is not to be taken as a final word.
It is not even properly publishable, though I do publish it here, on the Internet,
where it can have a tentative life until I learn more details and finally construct a respectable essay.
In the course of this brief research I discovered that there was a 1999 crime novel entitled Murder in the Sunshine.
Horrifyingly, that novel pretty much came true a few years ago
when a retarded sex maniac, working at the theatre as a janitor, raped and murdered a 16-year-old girl there.
If only we could undo such horrid crimes. Alas. We shall build a proper memorial to her.
just learned that her friends have set up a scholarship fund in the hopes of preventing further acts of violence.
The band members who were performing that night left for another leg of their tour,
oblivious to the events.
When the news finally reached them several days later, they were all devastated.
They had to rethink this celebrity junk culture that encourages irresponsibility
and which is destroying our entire society from within.
We should all rethink it.
Fortunately, the Sunshine Building was at last placed on the National Register of Historic Places (# 85003619),
but that doesnt guarantee any real protection, nor does it guard against a complete gutting and remodeling.
We need to be on our guard.
In the meantime, please send me any comments or reminiscences. Lets reconstruct the buildings history.
Mo Palmer helped me to locate the original plans, or at least some of them, and I hope to get copies in the foreseeable future.
Lets find illustrations of the original interior (we need to look through all the newspapers from 1922 through 1924).
Lets restore that theatre, and lets get the show on the road!
After suffering through decades of wanton destruction, Albuquerqueans deserve to have something wonderful again,
and they deserve to know their own history and heritage.
Here are some images I just discovered on the Internet. It looks like the glorious Austrian drape is gone. If so, that is a tragic loss.
The grills off to the sides are, if memory serves, late-added (circa 1950s?) ventilation.
The gigantic frames that they interrupt were probably originally frames for some of the 1924 decor.
The organ chambers would certainly have been included in that area, and there were possibly murals there as well.
Text copyright © 2009 by Ranjit Sandhu