I remember it from the pre-Midnight Cowboy days, before the theaters on 42nd street turned to porn, and a kid could spend a drizzly Saturday going from one cheap B movie to another.
Yes, it’s been through many different disguises over the years. My husband, as a kid, used to take the subway down from the Bronx in the early 60s to go to the movies. My father took me to the premiere of “Funny Girl” at the old Criterion Theatre. All of it was better than the phoney Disney World it has become.