New Faces of Belfast

It’s 1972, the year the Ambassador finally closes, the theater’s cathedral arches rigid in the fall’s afternoon gloom, asphalt a small galaxy of shattered glass and graffiti duct- working walls, and What’s New Pussycat? still sparkles on the marquee—as if the world’s a many-roomed mansion split between paisley and pinstripe, a bacchanal and carnival that […]