This was my family’s favorite late Saturday night stop. They had midnight movies, often classics. Each night there would be several hundred fliers out front. Everyone took a handful.
The audience really participated, booing or shouting. I recall seeing North by Northwest. When Cary Grant grabs Eva Marie Saint, the screen was inundated with wadded up fliers and calls of male sexist pig.
This was in the late 60’s or early 70’s, when afros were the rage. One couple came in late, the guy had the biggest afro I’d even seen. The theater became quiet except for the sounds of paper being folded. Very soon the air was full of paper airplanes targeting his afro. He soon left.
Thanks for the memories. It’s a shame it closed
This was my family’s favorite late Saturday night stop. They had midnight movies, often classics. Each night there would be several hundred fliers out front. Everyone took a handful. The audience really participated, booing or shouting. I recall seeing North by Northwest. When Cary Grant grabs Eva Marie Saint, the screen was inundated with wadded up fliers and calls of male sexist pig. This was in the late 60’s or early 70’s, when afros were the rage. One couple came in late, the guy had the biggest afro I’d even seen. The theater became quiet except for the sounds of paper being folded. Very soon the air was full of paper airplanes targeting his afro. He soon left. Thanks for the memories. It’s a shame it closed