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O.K., so the Royal was demolished in 6/2003; does anyone know when Blumenfeld pulled out? I worked there as an assistant manager in the mid-1980s (Bob Blumenfeld was the STINGIEST boss I’d ever had!) and I’m wondering when Ed Lowelling and Russell Burke left.
I remember the Seavue (is spelling correct?) because I lived in Vancouver, BC, during the 1970s and ‘80s and the theatre advertised fairly heavily on Vancouver rock radio stations; the commercials always urged Canadians to make a visit to the porn theatre a part of every day trip to the USA. I went to the Seavue once, in 1981 (because I had just turned 18) and the nice cashier lady said that many Blaine residents wanted the Seavue shuttered permanently. The theatre had two screens on as many floors, with a coin arcade in the basement. It also featured personal appearances by porn stars (which was very unusual for a puny border town). I’m pretty sure that the theatre was on the W side of Peace Portal Drive, and that it was not “demolished” but rather collapsed into Blaine Bay.
I worked at the Capitol 6 in the very early 1980s; its manager was named Cliff Gallant, who by 1985 had been transferred to the Stanley. His replacement was Doug Smith. Any idea if Cliff or Doug is still alive? I knew them a long time ago, and they weren’t exactly teenagers then (although Cliff was still in his 30s).
I worked as an assistant manager there in the early 1990s. The district manager, Larry Levin, set my salary at $592 per month, thereby making me the lowest-paid full-time manager in the Bay Area. The manager in charge of training me was Marc Johnson. He said, “You are in the impossible position of having to try to learn something from me.” Marc was an accountant moonlighting at the Galaxy. He got mad at me once and threw my lunch into the garbage while I was eating it; he lived with an anchorwoman and said he was leaving town to study medicine at USC (did he graduate?)
The Galaxy ran many bad movies and its receipts each night were often minuscule, so I wondered how long would survive. Instead of hiring a professional projectionist, they used one of the managers (often me; I nearly wrecked a brand-new print of Terminator 2). I had also worked as a manager at a Blumenfeld theatre and often asked myself, “Can these companies be any stingier?”