I worked at the Bel-Vue in the late 1960s. Bellevue Square was still small and quaint in those days. I worked the box office, the concession stand, tore tickets, and whatever else needed doing. I loved it. I don’t remember my boss’s name, but she was formidable. I sometimes had to change out the red plastic letters on the overhead marquee and I was afraid of heights even then. Sometimes I had to run errands at the nearby John Danz Theatre. My favorite memory: was checking ID for the X-rated “The Killing of Sister George”. After making sure that everyone was 18 or over, I took my 17-year-old self into the theatre to enjoy the picture. That film has had a lasting influence on me, as has my short tenure at the late, lamented Bel-Vue.
I worked at the Bel-Vue in the late 1960s. Bellevue Square was still small and quaint in those days. I worked the box office, the concession stand, tore tickets, and whatever else needed doing. I loved it. I don’t remember my boss’s name, but she was formidable. I sometimes had to change out the red plastic letters on the overhead marquee and I was afraid of heights even then. Sometimes I had to run errands at the nearby John Danz Theatre. My favorite memory: was checking ID for the X-rated “The Killing of Sister George”. After making sure that everyone was 18 or over, I took my 17-year-old self into the theatre to enjoy the picture. That film has had a lasting influence on me, as has my short tenure at the late, lamented Bel-Vue.