Bunker Paintball is nearby. Formerly the Algoma Theater, inside the darkened space now devoid of seats, its sloping floor is covered with ersatz earth-dirt, and large fake boulders for combatants to hide behind. The walls are splattered with the evidence of fierce pay-by-the hour paintball gun battles. A large oval bas-relief decoration looks down from the cracked ceiling high above. At the far end, almost lost in the gloomy darkness, are the tattered remains of the curtains that once framed the flickering dreams of (and for) another age.
The scene is enough to make a grown cinema buff cry.