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Reefer Madness, and Other Midnight Wonders When There Were Still Movie Palaces

11/24/2021

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PictureEl Topo (1970) poster printed 1974 for the first theatrical release in Italy.
I stepped into my favorite wine shop today and was offered a tiny tasting cup of Beaujolais, which I accepted gladly. As welcome as this sip was at two in the afternoon, I couldn’t help noticing a pungent scent that made me hope for another offering,  a toke. This is how times are, shops vacant for hours, like the coffee bar where, when I arrived a half hour later, the proprietor snapped to attention and promised to put a pot of coffee on. Obviously, he hadn’t seen a customer in some time. After the second tasting glass of beaujolais, the coffee was welcome in quite a different way. 
 
All of this, especially the lingering pot smoke at the wine shop, reminded me of 1976, and a midnight show at a movie palace I was involved in trying to save back then — you know, with that first burst of twenty-something energy.

Here’s the scene, as I recall it:
A wide-eyed patron, traveling in his own personal cloud of weed, staggers to the candy stand and slaps down a ten dollar bill.

“Tell me when this is gone!” he commands. (If you were alive in 1976, you might just remember how far a ten dollar bill could take you at a candy stand. You’re talking signioficant groceries!)

On screen behind him, dimly visible through the glass that separates the lobby from the auditorium, Reefer Madness, that antique polemic on the evils of marijuana, flickers through a haze of smoke. 
Ten dollars, as I said earlier, was a considerable investment in junk food, requiring a heroic effort at consumption, but this guy was up to it, even if he did need help carrying four large popcorns, three frozen Snickers, six double packs of Reese Cups, three or four Charlston Chews and God-knows-what-else back into the dark. The usher who’d delivered for him retreated once more to his perch in the empty balcony, where if you were lucky you could sometimes catch a contact high from rising plumes of smoke. 

As I intimated earlier, I was, at the age of 28, a movie theater operator, along with my husband and several partners, in a grand old Staten Island movie palace, the St. George Theatre. We were perpetually desperate, undercapitalized and, admittedly, a total anachronism, with our single large screen and 2,672 seats. We only lasted a year, but we learned so much.

The whole point of the midnight show was what, exactly? It drove concession sales through the roof, but we owed so much to the concession company — for loans we’d taken out against the stand’s profitability — that we were losing money staying open after midnight. The last showing of the regular feature finished around 11:40. Abe, the union projectionist, was pleased to clock in for another six-hours (at double time). Why not? Reefer Madness only lasted sixty-six minutes. He’d be home in bed by three.

Meanwhile, across the water in Manhattan at the Waverly, folks who’d lined up in costumes were already talking back to Rocky Horror Picture Show, the ultimate midnight fare. All we wanted was a crack at Rocky Horror, but the Waverly and one other theater in Manhattan had had a lock on the cult extravaganza since April Fool’s Day when it opened.

As a flea-bag suburban house, we had to content ourselves with Woodstock (1970), Pink Flamingos (1972 — “Filth is my politics, filth is my life!”), Godzilla vs. Megalon (1973), Ken Russell’s controversial 1969 film, The Devils (which though censored, still involved orgiastic nuns), The Who’s Tommy, and other played-out stuff. 

Twenty minutes before midnight, we did a clean sweep, and when we were reasonably sure those who’d come for the regular feature had gone home, we re-opened to sometimes as few as forty or as many as four hundred kids who paid a dollar fifty for solitude, sex, if they could sneak up to the balcony, or just a place to smoke weed and eat candy.

One Saturday just after midnight, Dean got into a shouting match in the lobby with three patrons who’d entered at eight o’clock for the last showing of The Omen, our regular feature that week. He insisted the midnight show was a separate admission.

“It says so in the paper!”

“We’ve already bought a ticket, man...” a tall guy in a feathered robe insisted, “...besides, movies belong to the people, they should be free.” 

(Power-to-the-people pronouncements were common in the sixties and seventies).

Well the show might as well have been free; we weren’t making any money. Dean sighed and studied the lobby's chandelier, two of its bulbs already burned out.

“Go on and enjoy yourselves,” he told them.

Afterthought:
Here’s The New York Times, circa 1995 on the subject of midnight movies (campy, etc.), as opposed to regular features shown at midnight (boring).  “...the first midnight movie is generally agreed to have taken place in late 1969 at the Elgin Theater (now defunct) in Chelsea. The movie was El Topo, a cryptic, hallucinatory and extremely violent western by the Chilean director Alejandro Jodorowsky.” 

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    Victoria Hallerman

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    Victoria Hallerman is a poet and writer, the author of the upcoming memoir, Starts Wednesday: A Day in the Life of a Movie Palace, based on her experience as a movie palace manager of the St. George Theatre, Staten Island, 1976. As she prepares her book manuscript for publication, she shares early aspects of theater management, including the pleasures and pain of entrepreneurship. This blog is for anyone who enjoys old movie theaters, especially for those who love the palaces as they once were. And a salute to those passionate activists who continue to save and revive the old houses, including the St. George Theatre itself. This blog is updated every Wednesday, the day film always arrived to start the movie theater week.

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