In a converted indoor tennis court at Oyster Bay, N.Y. one night last week, the guests looked up at the big, curving cinema screen, swallowed hard and clutched for support as they seemed suddenly plunked down in the lead car of a plunging roller coaster. Next, they were surrounded by the cacophony of marchers and bands in the midst of a Fifth Avenue parade. Then they were transported to Chicago's Soldier Field at night, heard the rumbling applause swelling all around them as Douglas MacArthur's car swept into the arena under shifting beams of light.
What the audience was seeing was Cinerama,...
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