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MagicLantern: Death from AIDS can be annoying, too. Go make your snide comment to people in an AIDS hospice or hospital ward. You are extremely judgmental.
To hdtv267: They were hateful people; I’m glad they’re gone. You are a hypocrite; your posts are sarcastic, obnoxious, hateful, and downright rude. Instead of attacking the people who post on this site, why don’t you let us have our say, just like we reluctantly let you babble about how you despise people or how you look forward to sing-along movies filled with twinkies. Cheer up, Mary; the sun will come up tomorrow!
To hdtv267: I’ve read your posts. About 90% of them are unnecessary.
To HDTV 267: I’ve had an account here a hell of a lot longer than you have, and I will post the experiences and observations that I have had with many of the theaters on this site. You don’t know me; you have no right to call me a ‘loser.’ And what ‘word’ are you referring to, loser? You are extremely sensitive if that offends you.
Here are some of the hateful comments you have made on this site:
the public has gotten dumber
I fail to see how this and the rest of your trip along Hollywood Blvd today is really “contributing something to the conversation” and “staying on topic”
People have become insufferable. No clue of how to act in public and terrifying enough, it’s getting worse.
Once again the ones whom don’t get out much show it in not being able to separate themselves from their precious “smart"phones for 2 ¾ hours.
Your venom should perhaps be placed at Landmark
Seems you might a slight tad biased due to your “audience” with Mr. League. No?
You sure do like to attack other people on this site! This site says no personal attacks, but you ignored your own advice and violated a site policy. The owners of this site should remove YOU, Ms. Piss Elegant Queen; you’re the one who is using the hateful speech.
If my writing or profanity offends your tender, politically correct ears, than you shouldn’t have looked at my other comments.
I will continue to post on this site; if you read something that you find offensive and you take the vapors, like you have with so many other people, that’s too damn bad.
The theater in back was called The Surf, but the name was changed to coincide with the two main theaters and also keep in synch with the multicinemas that were beginning to appear in California in the early 1970s.
AKA The Marina 3 Cinemas in Redondo Beach, CA. Look under that listing for more information on this theater.
My parents had friends who lived in Downey. They would visit for hours, and I would die of boredom, so I convinced my dad to drive me to the Avenue, Holiday, or Showcase I theater. Showcase II hadn’t been built yet.
One Sunday, I went to see “The Killing of Sister George,” Rated X (the MPAA X, not the porno X) at the age of 14. I looked fat and dumpy and several years older than I really was so I got in without any hassle. The movie wasn’t a big shock to me because I already knew about lesbians, but the scene toward the end where Coral Browne rubs Susannah York’s boobage for what seemed like three hours was a suprize.
A few years ago, TCM ran “The Boys In The Band” and “Sister George” uncut and uninterrupted. I watched both films but fell asleep before the boobage scene came on.
With all due respect, gay isn’t a gender or a preference.
I used to live in T. Falls. The Llano is in the middle of town, on the main street that runs through Plains.
For what it’s worth, I refuse to go into the buildings that used to house the theaters that were a big part of my life. The Paradise and Loyola in Westchester, and especially the Fox Venice. Every Saturday, I think about the countless times I went to the Paradise, and, during the week, the times I went to the Fox Venice. I thought they would always be open. I know it sounds overly sentimental, but life isn’t the same without them. The money-plexes are a poor substitute; maybe that’s why I haven’t been to a movie theater in seven years.
I saw “Born on the Fourth of July” and “Parenthood” here. The auditoriums were very nice. Good sight lines, curved screens, comfortable seats. I’m suprized that it closed because, both times I was there for the matinees, it was pretty crowded, and this was in the summer and during the week.
The Manhattan Beach theaters aren’t that close, and beach people have this saying, “There isn’t any life West of Sepulveda.” They stay close to the beach; I thought they would support these theaters. On the other hand, beach people tend to spend their lives letting the sun bake their brains and the waves crash against their heads. I spent three years watching them not do much but hang out around the bike path that passes through Hermosa, Redondo, and Torrance.
Lex Clay – If you made that statement here in Los Angeles, the gay activists would call you a liar or a Republican. They would try to minimize or dismiss the sexual activity that goes on in these places throughout the country. I tried to discuss this with activist organizations and they would shout me down or ask me to leave.
When I worked in a movie theater in Redondo Beach, she came in to see a double feature. She was staring intently at the items in the concession display case. A guy I worked with said, “Are you Sally Kellerman?” She said, “Yes! And I’m hungry!” She was very nice and we were excited because it gave us something to talk about for the rest of our lives. This was 1976; here is is, 37 years later, and I’m still blabbing about it!
Why do they let these theaters get so trashy or sleazy looking? Pussycat had the right idea when they stipulated that their theaters be consistently maintained.
It’s great that so many people are producing these critiques and analyses of what should be done with the Chinese, but they won’t do any good unless the new owners see them. Have you contacted the company with your ideas? Yes, they will probably be discarded or read and discarded, but at least you tried to make a difference.
There is so much good material being produced here, but, unless the new owners are contacted, it won’t do any good. I used to work in the film industry, and I seriously doubt if the people in power even know about this site, let alone read the postings in it. Send, email, fax, whatever what you have. After all, we’re the customers that they need to stay in business. Maybe someone will have enough brain cells to see the value of what you have. Of course, they will take credit for it and get paid for thinking of it, but that’s the chance you take.
You thought of it, you wrote it, now get it out there – where it really matters.
A tad pretentious. Pardon me while I fart.
“Ready to die?” What a cheap sentiment. With that attitude, why did you even bother to produce this entry? Try finding someone who appreciated this theater, someone who can do more than make an off-handed, nihilistic comment.
I grew up a few blocks from this trash dump. When Century Blvd. began upgrading to name hotels and businesses, this dump never changed. It was right next to the freeway, and it always looked like it was out of place because the surrounding businesses were more mainstream and family oriented. There used to be a Dorr’s Market on Century, on the other side of the freeway, but it closed some time ago and was torn down.
There used to be a record store next to the Fox called Mike and Bob’s Records. This was the place to go in Inglewood until Crane’s Records opened up close to the high school. I remember going there to buy records like “Little GTO,” “Western Union,” and many more one-hit wonders.
One year, during the Centinela Days parade, Mike and Bob were riding on the back of a convertible. They both saw me sitting on a curb in the crowd, and they both pointed and waved. I felt like Phil Spector before the madness took over. When the schools enforced forced integration, gentrification took place, and Inglewood began going downhill. Let’s see if the politically correct owners of this site delete this entry for not being “on topic.”
I’m on drugs; that’s the only explanation.
I went to Las Vegas one weekend with my parents. They went out gambling one night, and I walked over to the Stardust from our hotel and watched “The Conqueror Worm” from behind the back wall of the drive in. I was in this large delivery area in the back of the hotel and got a little worried about being out there by myself alone, I was 12 years old, and no one else was around. I heard the sound through the speakers that were being used by the cars in the lot.
There’s someting sacrilegious about taking an S. Charles Lee theater and turning it into a porn house. So many kids grew up in these theaters, seeing the Disney films, Elvis, the Beach Party movies. Then, it becomes a Pussycat for a few years and then closes. What happened to the marquee? Did someone just dump it in a vacant lot? Nobody seems to care anymore. No wonder I hate the world.
Look at this place! Both the exterior and interior are fantastic, and the programming is unlike any other in the country. And why? Because gays are responsible for the operation and maintenance of this theater. We appreciate what we have and what we may lose if we let people “develop” these theaters out of existence. I wish I could have lived in SF when all the neighborhood theaters were still in operation. Thank you, everyone, for keeping this theater a viable, exciting venue for movies. I live for movies and going to movies in “vintage” theaters like the Castro!
Mr. Solero – Will do, and I can’t forget bail money. I told my mother that I will be seeing “Blowing In The Wind,” it’s about some very happy pirates. She wants to go; she thinks it’s a biography about Bob Dylan.
The shoe-box multiplexes lost their popularity when they were upstaged by the venues that provided clear sight lines, comfortable seats, cup holders, and pristine prints for the public’s enjoyment.
Personally, I don’t think that people should patronize any of the newer multiplexes. They should be watching pornography in those dives on Times Square in New York.
Also,we need to support the dwindling numbers of storefront X-rated theaters throughout the country. For some reason, Arizona has quite a few, and, here in L.A., there is only one left – The Tiki, where the Fernwood guy got busted a few months ago. Apparently, it’s a twa-let du jizz, but I plan to become a regular customer, haz mat suit and all. Mr. Solero, here, can back me up on this. He has read of my liberalism and libertine past. Enjoy the show!!