Between movies I ventured into the basement bathroom at the Orpheum theater to use the commode, because I already knew what the upstairs facilities looked like, and more importantly what they smelled like, and figured the basement bathroom couldn’t be any worse. I was wrong about the smell, and I’ll never know what they looked like because the basement bathroom was lit by a single 40-watt fluorescent bulb over the sink, which was on the opposite end of the room from the toilets, and the ceiling and all the walls are painted black. What. The. Hell.