Best place to see midnight movies in the So. Bay in the mid ‘80s, hands down. They played “Rocky Horror” there for years, with lots of wild audience par-ti-ci-pa-tion. They also played “Pink Floyd’s The Wall” there for a while, for all those skinny white dudes sportin’ mullets and peach-fuzz moustaches floating around Torrance at the time.
A guy with some sort of European (French?) accent managed the place in the second half of the ‘80s. I can remember the dude’s voice clearly on the telephone message recordings.
I saw “Henry and June” there in 1990, but it was already kinda going downhill by then. During the movie I felt something wet splash on the back of my neck, and I turned around and yelled at the guy behind me, who freaked out. Only later did I realize that water was dripping from high up on the ceiling, on to the back of my chair. It was an old building.
There was a good comic store there, called the Comic Vendor, which eventually relocated to North Torrance. I recall public chess tables there too, that my dad always said “were where the queers met up.” I also distinctly remember riding a kid’s ride called THE BUSY BEE, which woulda been fun if the bee-antennae hand controls had worked properly.
Definitely, the coolest place to see flicks in the So. Bay in 1982.
Best place to see midnight movies in the So. Bay in the mid ‘80s, hands down. They played “Rocky Horror” there for years, with lots of wild audience par-ti-ci-pa-tion. They also played “Pink Floyd’s The Wall” there for a while, for all those skinny white dudes sportin’ mullets and peach-fuzz moustaches floating around Torrance at the time.
A guy with some sort of European (French?) accent managed the place in the second half of the ‘80s. I can remember the dude’s voice clearly on the telephone message recordings.
I saw “Henry and June” there in 1990, but it was already kinda going downhill by then. During the movie I felt something wet splash on the back of my neck, and I turned around and yelled at the guy behind me, who freaked out. Only later did I realize that water was dripping from high up on the ceiling, on to the back of my chair. It was an old building.
There was a good comic store there, called the Comic Vendor, which eventually relocated to North Torrance. I recall public chess tables there too, that my dad always said “were where the queers met up.” I also distinctly remember riding a kid’s ride called THE BUSY BEE, which woulda been fun if the bee-antennae hand controls had worked properly.
Definitely, the coolest place to see flicks in the So. Bay in 1982.