When I entered the Regent Theatre as a child to see a Disney movie and later an Elvis movie as a teenager, I was enthralled as I still am, by the ostentatious design of the building’s interior.
From the outside, the theatre is lackluster, but once inside, the arched painted ceiling and the elaborate staircase had the feel of a palace. Walking over plush carpet into the theatre itself, the feeling didn’t end.
In the early days, I sat on a soft seat while an organist rose from the front of the theatre pounding on the keys while Jaffers were sold during interval. And just before the lights dimmed for the main feature, the organist finished his music extravaganza and slowly sank into the floor.