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When it was a cinema, Stanley Kubrick shut it down for screening A Clockwork Orange without permission. Good thing he did, or this 1920 theater might not have been reborn as a pleasing place to catch an acoustic or lyrical band. Its three levels give nearly everyone a good view of the stage, fostering a sense of intimacy appropriate to its capacity of around 1,000 people. A warren of rooms confuses the drunk ones and conceals the shy ones. Weekdays, it hosts gigs by indie bands, and weekends, it turns to club nights.