What is it about old neighborhood theatres that attract us? What secrets lie behind those locked doors? As your eyes travel past the inner lobby and beyond the foyer doors into the darkness, you strain to see the vague outline of a row of seats descending into the unknown. You visualize yourself in 1931, walking into the auditorium filled with men dressed in suits topped by a Fedora and women wearing dresses, hats, gloves and heals, being escorted to their seats by uniformed ushers before the movie "Frankenstein" begins.