Then,
in June, I was told the Faustian deal had been struck with the same
company that distributed "Deep Throat." We agreed to play “The Devil in Miss Jones” (1973), a new film directed by Gerard Damiano, the headline-making
director of “Throat.”
In becoming the USA's first hardcore
X-rated flick to attract a significant mainstream audience, "Throat" had received
massive national publicity over the previous year. For several months, according to trade journals, it had been one of the top grossing movies in the country. Damiano and Linda
Lovelace, the star of "Throat," had been interviewed by national magazines. They had both appeared on television network talk shows. Culturally,
because there was a blur in the line between edgy American underground
films with nudity and outright porn, the oxymoronic term "porno chic" was briefly
in currency.
Emboldened
by the crazy national success of "Throat" the new X-rated picture's
distributor imposed terms on the deal that called for it to play as a
normal first-run picture. Rather than as a midnight-only attraction on
weekends, it had to play at regular show times, seven days a week. That was the deal -- take it or leave it.
When
Levy agreed to those terms for "The Devil in Miss Jones" he had to have
known we were crossing a line. Still, no one could have anticipated
what we were setting in motion by expanding the availability
of notorious “adult movies” beyond the
midnight hour.
Until
this point, we had not been
promoting any of our midnight shows in the same way we did our regular
fare. That had helped cast our midnight shows, such as "Reefer Madness"
and "Throat" as sort of playfully forbidden. According to our deal with
"The Devil," for the first time the promotional art and copy for a
hardcore skin
flick was included in a Biograph calendar program. That change didn't go
unnoticed.
Following
a friendly, "No comment," from me, an aggressive young TV newsman
laughed. Then he took Biograph Program No. 12 downtown to
Richmond's new Commonwealth’s Attorney, Aubrey Davis.
The reporter
asked Davis what he was going to do about the Biograph’s
brazen plan to run such a scandalous movie, especially in light of the
then-freshly-minted Miller Decision on obscenity by the Supreme
Court.
Note:
The Miller ruling basically
allowed any jurisdiction in the country to set its own standards for
obscenity. So, instead of clearing up the picture of what made for
"obscenity," it seemed the Court had opened the door to countless
different definitions. It was seen then by some wags as a
confusion-leads-to-control maneuver by the Court.
Eventually,
the newsman/provocateur and his cameraman got exactly what they wanted
from the new CA -- a quote that would fly as an anti-smut
sound bite. Other local broadcasters jumped on the bandwagon the next
day.
Consequently, by the mid-summer evening of its Richmond premiere, the arrival of “The Devil” was already a well-covered
story. In this way, the Biograph had been suddenly
transformed into the local cinema that was getting more publicity than all
the others in the market, put together.
The first evening every show
sold out and a wild ride began. Matinees were added to the schedule
the next day. On the third day all the matinees sold out, too.
On
the fourth day of the run the WRVA-AM traffic-copter was hovering over
the Biograph, in drive time, dishing out live updates on the length of
the line waiting to get into
the theater. The airborne announcer helpfully reminded his listeners
of the upcoming show times.
Yeow! that did it. The
following morning a local circuit court judge asked for a personal
look at what was clearly the talk of the town. The theater's
management team cooperated with his honor’s wishes.
For
the convenience of the porn-curious judge, the 35mm print was schlepped
down to the Neighborhood Theaters’ private
screening room in its offices at 9th and Main Streets. By the way, Judge
James M. Lumpkin admitted that he hadn’t seen a movie in a theater
since the 1950s.
Well,
as it turned out, this particular moving picture rubbed the judge the
wrong way. It wasn't a silly comedy like "Throat." Instead, it was a
dark and rather boring film with some porn scenes inserted into it.
Literally red-faced after the screening ended, in the hallway the judge
glared at Levy and me like we were from another planet.
The
next day Judge Lumpkin filed a complaint with the
Commonwealth’s Attorney. Simultaneously, he set the date for a hearing
to deal with his decision to issue a Temporary Restraining Order halting
all public screenings of "The Devil." Which meant that in four days he would
sit on his bench and decide whether the movie would likely cause
irreparable damage to the community, while we waited for a full-blown
trial to determine if "The Devil" was in violation of Richmond's
so-called "contemporary standard" of decency.
*
The
following afternoon a press conference was
staged in the Biograph’s lobby to make an announcement. Most of the
news-gathering outfits in town bought the premise enough to send a
reporter/representative. They all acted as if what were doing was big
news. It seemed to serve their purposes to to play along by gathering a
story about what we all knew was a publicity stunt.
That was my first press conference. No doubt, I learned something that day about how to go about planting a story.
After Dave DeWitt -- who had been representing the theater as
its ad agent -- laid out the ground rules and introduced me to the
working press, I read a prepared statement for the cameras and
microphones. In my spiel, I said that based
on public demand the Biograph planned
to fight the TRO in court. Furthermore, the first-run engagement of
“The Devil in Miss Jones” would be extended -- it was being held
over for a second week. Boom!
During the lively Q & A session
that followed, when Dave scolded an eager scribe for going too far
with a follow-up question, it was tough duty holding back the
laughing fit that would surely have broken the spell we were casting, as
best we could, over the room.
Because the same Judge Lumpkin still had all the say-so, at the first court hearing the TRO
stuck like glue. When the screenings abruptly stopped, “The Devil” had grossed almost $40,000 in its momentous nine-day run.
Incidentally,
all the the legal action was
against the movie, itself, rather than anyone at the Biograph. I
appreciated that fact every day of this ordeal. The trial opened on
Halloween
Day.
Of course, Lumpkin served as the trial judge, too. Once again, I was surprised that the person whose original complaint to the
Commonwealth’s Attorney had set the whole process in motion could
then sit on the bench to hear the case. Objections to that affront to justice fell on
Lumpkin’s deaf ears.
The trial lasted two days. The
prosecutor called a handful of witnesses, all from the same neighborhood in
the West End. Maybe they all went to the same church, too.
I testified
and we also put a few witnesses on the stand, mostly film and freedom of speech experts. The local media continued to lap it all up.
Lumpkin's decision came on November 13, 1973. His terse decree
put all on notice. Essentially, it said: From now on, if anyone dares
to exhibit this “filth” to the public, they should expect criminal prosecution will come their way.
So
it was that “The Devil” was
banned by a judge in Richmond, Virginia. The plot to have some
fun responding to the judge's decree was hatched a few weeks later.
*
Also
in the autumn of 1973, other things happened. One day Levy asked me to
look at a new movie to evaluate its potential. From time to time he did
that for various reasons. In this case he had a new 35mm print of “The
Harder They Come” (1972) shipped to me, via Clark Transfer.
Note: “The Harder They Come": Color. 120
minutes. Directed by Perry Henzell; Cast: Jimmy Cliff, Janet Bartley,
Carl Bradshaw. In this Jamaican production, Cliff plays Ivan, a pop
star/criminal on the lam. The music of Cliff, The Maytals, The Melodians
and Desmond Dekker is featured.
In
those early days we occasionally had after-hours screenings of films we
came by, one way or another. For instance, being in the same city as three universities meant access to films that could be borrowed briefly.
Usually on short
notice, the word would go out to friends that we would be watching a
particular movie at a certain time. These gatherings were essentially
impromptu movie parties. Once it was 1940s and '50s 16mm boxing films
from a private collection. The Beatles' then out-of-release "Magical
Mystery Tour" (1967) in 16mm was the centerpiece to another one of those parties.
Although
I don’t remember any moments, in particular, from that after-hours “The
Harder They Come" watch party, I do recall the gist of my telephone
conversation with Levy the next day. After telling him how much I liked
the Jamaican movie, he asked me how I would promote it.
Well,
I was ready for that question, as I had smoked it over thoroughly with
DeWitt and a few friends after the screening. Consequently, I told Levy
we ought to have a free, open-to-the-public-on-short-notice, sneak
preview of the movie. Most importantly, we should use WGOE exclusively
to promote the screening. Because Levy liked the radio campaigns for the
Biograph's midnight shows that DeWitt and I had produced over the last
year, he went for the idea right away.
Note:
In the early-'70s, long before the era of giant corporations owning
hundreds of stations, a locally-programmed daytime radio station with a
weak signal played a significant role in what success was enjoyed at the
Biograph. For a few years we had an especially good business arrangement with
WGOE-AM, the station that then owned the hippie market in Richmond.
Subsequently,
on a Friday morning in November the DJs at WGOE began reading
announcements of a free showing of “The Harder They Come” that would
take place at the Biograph that afternoon at 3 p.m. Then they would play
a soundtrack cut by Jimmy Cliff, the film’s star. This pattern was
continued maybe three times per hour, leading up to the time of the
event. Since we presented it as a "WGOE-presents sneak preview," the announcements cost the Biograph nothing.
Of
course, reggae music was being heard in Richmond before our free
screening, but it was still mostly on the periphery of popular culture
on the East Coast. As I recall, some 300 people showed up that day and
the movie was extremely well received.
In
a couple of previous runs in other markets, “The Harder They Come” had
been handled as an underground movie. As it was shot in 16mm and blown
up to 35mm for its American distribution, it had a grainy, documentary
look. Upon hearing about the test-audience's approval, Levy got excited
and decided to book it to run as a first-run feature, rather than as a midnight only show.
Levy became a sub-distributor for “The Harder They Come.” He told me that when he rented it to theaters in other cities within his region, he advised them to use the same radio-promoted, free-preview tactic.
While
it didn’t set any records for attendance at the Biograph, “The Harder They Come” did
fairly well and returned to play several more dates,
both at regular hours and as a midnight show.
As
it happened, in late-1973, watching a then-virtually unknown,
low-budget Jamaican film after operating hours with a small group of
co-workers and friends had seemed somewhat exotic that night. Of course,
on that occasion, we had no idea how popular reggae music was
about to become, in some part because of that movie's influence.
*
Photographer Jack Leigh (1948-2004)
was a member of the Biograph Theatre’s staff in late-1973/early-1974. While
he worked there as an usher, Leigh taught me to play
Half-Rubber, a game he said came from his home town, Savannah. For those who don't know, Half-Rubber is a three-man baseball-like game that is played with a
broom handle and half of a red rubber ball.
Probably
Jack’s best known photograph was snapped in 1993, when he shot
the photo in a Savannah cemetery that would appear on the cover of what
became a bestselling book -- “Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil”
by John Berendt.
There's a story about the photo-connected
business/legal side of Jack's dealings, to do with the movie people. But to avoid a digression let's just say that he got the
short end of the stick and, yes, his original graveyard photo is still genuinely cool.
When
I knew him, Jack was earnest and quick-witted. He liked to play chess
and talk about movies. In his Biograph days he was already a very good photographer. At one point we
had a show of his hanging in the theater's lobby gallery. The quiet
style Jack would use throughout his career was already evident. He
eventually authored six books of photographs and text, including "Oystering,"
which featured a foreword by James Dickey.
Back
to Half-Rubber: To kill time before the show one pleasant afternoon, at
Jack's prompting a rubber ball was cut in half. And, we separated the
sweeping part of a broom from its stick handle. We only needed to broomstick.
Then I crossed the
street with the Half-Rubber instructor and the theater’s assistant
manager, Bernie Hall. At the time there were a couple of vacant lots on
Grace Street, directly across from the Biograph. With the alley between
grace and Franklin Streets behind us, it seemed to be a good open area
where we could test out the new game.
Bernie
and I soon learned the key to pitching was to throw the half-ball using
a side-arm delivery, with the flat part down. That made it curve wildly
and soar, somewhat akin to a Frisbee. Hitting it in flight with a broomstick, or catching the damn thing was quite another matter. Oh, and hitting
the ball on a bounce was OK, too.
In fact, it was sometimes better to
try to do so, from a strategic standpoint. Runs were scored in a similar
fashion to other home run derby-like games. The
pitcher threw the half-sphere in the direction of the batter.
If the batter swung and missed, and he usually did miss, the catcher did
his best to catch it. When the catcher did catch it on the fly,
providing the batter had swung, the batter was out.
Then the pitcher
moves to the catching position, and the catcher became the batter, and
so forth. That was a similar concept to a baseball-like game called, "Strikeout," that I played as a kid. It was played by two or three players with a
baseball bat and a tennis ball.
Anyway, the best reason to play Half-Rubber, other than the laughs stemming
from how foolish we looked dealing with the crazy, flat-sided ball, was
the kick that came from hitting it squarely. When we connected
with that little red devil it left the broomstick bat like a rocket.
Smashing it across the lot, across the street and halfway to Broad
Street was a gas!
Click here to read more about Jack Leigh. *
1974: Early
in January of 1974, I was in the Biograph's office on the second story,
one door west of the projection booth. Having finished with the
box-office paperwork for the evening's shows and I was killing time reading about old movies in a 16mm film catalog. The building was probably empty.
Since
it was after-hours, the telltale scent of recently-burned cannabis may well have
been wafting about when a particular title jumped off the page. “The Devil and Miss Jones.”
Initially, it said to me the title of
that 1941 RKO screwball comedy had surely been the inspiration for the
banned X-rated movie’s title -- “The Devil in Miss Jones.” Next,
I pondered the obvious "what-ifs?" that occurred to me. Then boom! I answered
my own question.
Of course it would work!
Don't
remember if I cracked open a fresh can of beer to celebrate the inspiration
for a caper that was unfolding in my head. If there was one handy, for sure I did.
Yes! A lot of people would see exactly what they wanted to see in the title. Especially if they saw it up on the
Biograph's marquee, or maybe on a printed page. Even more so, if they heard about it in a neighborhood dive.
Given my habit then, I'm sure I started scribbling the Devil Prank's plans on a yellow legal pad. So, to get started, I might have written: 1. Use the theater's upcoming second anniversary as camouflage. 2. Can the staff keep such a secret? And, so forth.
Note: As background, the reader should know that in early-1974, the public had yet to be subjected to the endless puns
and referential lowbrowisms the skin-flick industry would soon come to use
for titles. Hardcore adults-only features became popular as
mainstream entertainment in movie theaters from the mid-'70s until the
early-'80s, when the video rental business promptly captured most of that market, such as it was.
The next day, when
I told the boys in D.C. about the idea doing something with the title similarity, with no hesitation they loved it. Subsequently,
after more plotting with them on the phone, we decided to show "The Devil and Miss Jones" twice on the evening of February 11, 1974.
Early
on, Dave DeWitt and Bernie were also in on the scheming/brainstorming
in the office. Then, in a deft stroke -- suggested by Alan -- a
Disney nature short subject, “Beaver Valley” (1950), was added to the
February 11th program, to flesh it out.
Moreover, we figured to make the whole shebang into a second anniversary birthday party, open to the public; first come, first serve. Free admittance. Free beer (we lacked a license to sell it. And, sell a lot of popcorn and candy. Make some new friends.
Obviously, the stunt's highest hurdle to clear was security. After
all, the scheme rested entirely on the precarious notion that the one-word
difference in the two titles, which spoke literally of the Devil's
proximity to Miss Jones, simply wouldn’t be noticed if handled with care.
After
some coaching, the staff came to grasp that the slightest whiff of a
ruse was likely to be our undoing. Thus, realizing how much fun it would be to pull it off, they dutifully accepted that
absolutely no one outside our group of insiders could be told anything.
No one. Our close friends were told about the party, but not the juicy part about what we really were up to.
The
Biograph announced in a press release on DeWitt’s ad agency letterhead
that its upcoming second anniversary celebration would offer a free
admission show -- first come, first serve. The titles, “The Devil and
Miss Jones” and “Beaver Valley,” were listed with no accompanying
release dates in parenthesis or film notes of any sort.
Somehow, a rumor began to circulate that the
Biograph might be cleverly outmaneuvering the court’s decree by not
charging admission for entrance. That
helpful rumor even found its way into print -- the street gossip
section of the Richmond Mercury. I can't say if anyone on its
staff knew or suspected what all was going on.
On February 10, the day before the event, the
busy staff fielded all inquires, in person or over the
telephone, by politely reciting the official spiel, which amounted to:
“We can tell you the titles and the show times. The admission will be
free. No, we have no idea when the line to get in will start forming. No further details are available.”
Limiting the information we made available was at the heart of our strategy. We just let people think what they wanted to think, if we told them nothing about the movies. Which, as planned, only stoked the prank's momentum. It was something like hiding in plain sight.
On Devil Prank's Eve, a few reporters
were snooping about. One, in particular, stuck around late, hoping to claw
his way toward the mystery's key. As I stood at my familiar post in the
lobby, next to the turnstile, in a hushed voice he said: “I think maybe it has
something to do with the title, but what?”
Uh-oh! He was getting too close.
Note: Good thing Google hadn't been invented.
To fend off his inquiry, I decided on the spot to take a chance with an oblique move for an answer. Talking like one
spy to another, I told the newsman that what was going to happen the
next day would be a far better news story than a short item about spoiling
it the day before.
That is ... IF there really is a stunt aspect to what's in
the works. Finally, I just asked him to leave it alone
and trust that once it all unfolded, he wouldn't regret it.
Fortunately, for whatever reasons, he agreed to say nothing ... and he kept his word, as far as I know. That day I also agreed not to reveal his cooperation role.
Thus, the reporter's
identity was held as a secret until his death in 2015. Now I can write
that it was Don Dale, who, after his news reporter stint at Channel 6, went on to be a longtime publicist for
the Virginia Museum of Fine Arts.
Thanks
to Don Dale, right up to when the box office
opened, no one else outside of a tight circle appeared to have had an
inkling of what was going to happen. Amazing as it may sound,
effectively, the
caper’s security was airtight.
The staff did its part to set up the
event flawlessly. Then they performed like pros during the event. It was
absolutely beautiful
teamwork, under pressure.
*
In
the afternoon before the 6:30 p.m. show, the staff decorated the
lobby with streamers and balloons. We laid out the birthday cake (made
by a friend, Wendy Andriot). Naturally, we tested the keg of beer, just to make
sure it was fit to serve to our thirsty patrons.
Perhaps
spurred on by hopes the Biograph was about to defy a court order, by
lunch time the end of the line to get in along Grace Street was already
reaching Chelf's Drug Store at the corner of Shafer and Grace Streets.
Experience told me, that was roughly 500 people, which amazed me because that was about six hours before show time. In February!
It was suggested to me that afternoon that we could eventually have a riot on our hands. What
would happen if we lost control of the situation?
Nobody knew. That was
clearly a sweet part of what made it so exhilarating to be on the
inside of the joke. I'm
sure Alan Rubin was there that day; I think Lenny was, too. About
1 p.m., after a confab with them, I agreed to call Aubrey Davis to tip
him off. I didn't want him to be tempted to crack down and do something he might
regret.
Davis thanked me and I asked him not to tell anybody. Don't
remember if I tipped off Carole Kass, the Richmond Times-Dispatch
entertainment writer. She was there that night and I trusted her, so I probably
told her the full story at some point in advance, maybe that afternoon.
My
collaborators on the staff that night were: Bernie Hall (assistant
manager); Karen Dale, Anne Peet and Cherie Watson (cashiers); Tom
Campagnoli and Trent Nicholas (ushers); Gary Fisher (projectionist).
Some of them dressed up in costumes.
The
box-office for the 6:30 p.m. show opened at 6 p.m. By then, the line of gullible people stretched three-fourths around the block. It took every bit of a
half-hour to fill our 500-seat auditorium. Then we turned away several times
that number.
As
the house lights in the auditorium began to fade, the sense of
anticipation in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife. Outside, on the sidewalk, plenty
of those who couldn't get in to the first show chose to stay in line for
what would be the second show at 9 p.m.
For the most part, the reaction to the prank
played out in three layers. Some attendees caught on right away and left while “Beaver
Valley” was running. Most stayed at least through the first few minutes
of “The Devil in Miss Jones.” Only about a third of the 6:30 show
attendees remained in their seats through both movies.
Afterward,
there were lots of folks who said it was the funniest prank that had
ever happened in Richmond. That sort of comment was good for a free beer
refill.
Of course, a few knuckleheads got peeved. Yet, since admission
had been free, as well as the beer and cake, well, there was only so
much they could say.
Even though those in line for the second
show were told all about the joke by people leaving the first show, nonetheless, the
second show packed the house. By then, it seemed a lot of people
just wanted to be in on a unique event, curious to see what would happen.
Later, as
the second show's audience spilled out of the auditorium, the staff
and a giddy gaggle of friends, directed our efforts toward polishing
off the keg of beer. Come to think of it, I believe it was two kegs.
After
the second show's audience left, for the first time all day long, the staff could relax. The plan had worked, the execution had been smooth. Lingering around that second keg of Pabst Blue Ribbon,
to gloat about the utter success of it all, was about as good as it gets
in the prank business.
*
Meanwhile,
a bunch of thoroughly amused reporters were filing their stories about
the surprise that had happened at Richmond's repertory cinema. The next day the wire
services and broadcast networks picked up the unusual story. Then I was
interviewed by a reporter for NPR’s All Things Considered. In the studio
the interviewer went so far as to mention the Biograph’s birthday party
prank in the same breath with Orson Welles’ legendary 1938 radio hoax.
Which
was fun to hear. But thankfully, I had the good sense to point out that
by comparison our stunt was "strictly small potatoes." And, at the theater, it was back to business as usual, with an Andy Warhol double feature. And, I'm sure I got in a plug for it.
Through
the rest of February congratulatory phone calls and mail came in from near and far. Later that same month we went back to work on
"Matinee Madcap," a 16mm short film project-in-production. Trent
Nicholas shared the directing credit with me. The rest of the staff and
several of the Biograph’s regulars appeared as players.
|
Stills from "Matinee Madcap" (1974) |
The
plot, calling for a good deal of slapstick chase-scene footage,
conveniently set all the action in the movie theater. I finished editing
the nine-minute black and white romp in the Biograph's office during
March of 1974. A sound track was added a month or so later in DeWitt's
sound studio.
Although post-prank life seemed to fall back into what was a familiar routine, in the big picture momentous changes were on the horizon. The
last American combat troops left Vietnam in 1973. Since the horrors of
the Vietnam War had loomed over our political and cultural landscape for
a decade, in 1974 the absence of war soon made for a different vibe. However,
of the many changes that were in the air during 1974, the one that
stayed at the top of the news was the steady unraveling of Richard
Nixon's presidency. For
antiwar 20-something hippies the temptation to celebrate having been
right about Vietnam and Nixon was irresistible.
So it became an
excellent year to have parties. At that same time, Richmond's rock 'n' roll scene started bubbling.
*
While
some of 1974's changes were fairly predictable, others seemed to come
from out of the blue. For instance, not many of us foresaw the most
popular gesture of civil disobedience and group defiance on campus
during the '60s and early-'70s -- the protest march -- would mutate into
impromptu gatherings to cheer on naked people running by. Well, in the
spring of '74, streaking on college campuses suddenly, including VCU, became a national
phenomenon.
During
1974, Richmond's Biograph made a lot of news, local and elsewhere. That
process revealed to me just how much most of the local press seemed to
want to help the Biograph succeed. In those times, I suppose the
advertising and media pros in most cities tended to like art house
cinemas. The same went for art and communications professors at
colleges.
To that particular community the Biograph's image had
become that of the risk-taking good guys of the local film scene. Thus,
after a couple of years of learning on the fly how to steer the
direction of Richmond's repertory cinema, I could see that in order to
succeed at the box office often enough to keep the place open, I had to get better at making it easy for those same
influential people help us.
On August
12, 1974, the Biograph closed for four weeks to be converted into a
rather awkward twin cinema. With construction workers toiling
round-the-clock that feat remains a story of extremes, all to itself. Of
the construction crew, one of their speed-and-alcohol-fueled, 3 a.m. Liar's Poker sessions -- with at least 15 players in each game -- would make a great scene in a neo-noir flick, set in the anything-goes '70s.
After
the construction work was completed, with two projection booths and a
connecting hallway between them, automating the change-overs from one
35mm projector to the other was essential to controlling costs. Until
then, we had been doing changeovers manually. Among other things that
necessitated switching from carbon arc lamps to Xenon lamps, which were
high intensity bulbs that could be automatically ignited by switches.
Then
there was the day I got to see the same scene projected with the two
different lamps. The old light was whiter and the picture sparkled
more.
The
difference was subtle, but noticeable. The new light, which was cheaper
to use in the long run, had a slight yellow cast to it. The new layout with two auditoriums; one seating
some 285, the other about 150.
With
two screens to fill, the manager’s job became at least twice as
complicated. It wasn’t always easy to
rent enough good art-house product to fill two screens. Which came to
mean that some lofty aspects of the original repertory mission concept
became more blurred.
Meanwhile, as the edgy punk style began
replacing the hippie culture that had ruled the Grace Street strip for
the better part of a decade, I doubt any of us working at the Biograph
Theatre suspected that the apex of repertory cinema's popularity,
nationally, was already in the rear view mirror.
*
Note: Here's a list of some other standout events that occurred in 1974, a year marked by sweeping changes, both predictable and not:
Jan. 2:
To conserve precious gasoline in an oil shortage crisis, President
Richard Nixon signed a new federal law, mandating a 55 mph speed limit,
coast-to-coast.
Jan. 12: After narrowly defeating Henry
Howell in the general election, Mills Godwin was sworn in for his second
term as governor of Virginia. He had been elected governor as a
Democrat in 1965. As it turned out, he was the last of the string of Byrd
Machine Democrats to serve as governor. In 1973, for his second term,
Godwin won as a Republican.
In this time it was fashionable for
conservative Southern Democrats to cross over, to sit on the other side
of the aisle. Virginia's Republican Party, which had previously been
the more liberal of the Commonwealth's two political parties on some
issues, suddenly absorbed a flock of right-wing politicians who had once
been a part of the deplorable Massive Resistance movement that had
attempted to fight off the integration of Virginia's public schools.
Feb. 4:
Patty Hearst was abducted. Eight days later a group calling itself the
Symbionese Liberation Army told the extremely well-to-do Hearst family
it had to donate $230 million in food aid to the poor. Negotiations
ensued.
Mar. 2: President Nixon was named as a
"co-conspirator" in the Watergate cover-up by a federal grand jury.
Later on, the public learned about how damn crazy Nixon got in his last
months in office. Yet, it was still hard to see that he wasn't going to
last out the year.
Mar. 29: After flying by and
photographing Venus in February, the Mariner 10 reached its closest
point to Mercury. Photos of Mercury beamed back to NASA revealed a
barren landscape not unlike the Earth's moon.
Apr. 2:
Robert Opel streaked across the stage of the 46th Academy Awards
ceremony at the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion. On the live broadcast, as
Opel ran by, flashing a peace sign with his hand, the upstaged host,
David Niven, promptly jabbed: "The only laugh that man will ever get in
his life is by stripping off and showing his shortcomings."
Apr. 8:
Playing for the Atlanta Braves, outfielder Hank Aaron broke Babe Ruth’s
supposedly "unbreakable" career home run record with his 715th
round-tripper. Eventually, the public was told about the many sick
messages, including death threats, Aaron had received leading up to his feat. Once again, it was obvious that for some
dyed-in-the-wool racists nothing would ever change.
Apr. 15:
According to photographic evidence Patty Hurst seemed to be helping her
captors rob a bank at gunpoint. It was hard to know what to make of it.
And, apparently she had changed her name to "Tania."
April 27:
At the Cherry Blossom Music Festival, staged at Richmond's City
Stadium, club-wielding peace officers and pissed off hippies made
national news. Headlined by the Steve Miller Band and Boz Scaggs that
well-attended event (which I did not attend) turned out to be when the
ongoing feud between the kids and the cops finally boiled over. Accounts
agreed that things got totally out of hand when a team of police
officers attempted to arrest some pot-smoking members of the festival's
audience. Several police cars were destroyed during what turned into a
four-hour battle. In all, 76 people were arrested.
A
friend shot some color 16mm film of the scene. Later on, projected onto
the Biograph's screen (after hours) it looked like news footage from a third world
country. The fallout from this unprecedented melee put the kibosh on any open-to-the-public, outdoor rock 'n' roll shows in Richmond -- with alcohol available on the site -- for several years.
May 10: A
great offbeat thriller, "The Conversation," began a two-week run at the
Biograph. The booking owed to a lucky quirk of business that allowed us
to play some of Paramount's top first-run pictures that year.
Paramount (the distributor) and Neighborhood Theatres (the dominant
local chain) weren't speaking for a few months.
May 15:
Richmond-based A.H. Robins Co. yielded to pressure from the feds to take
its contraceptive device, the Dalkon Shield, off the market.
May 17:
A tongue-in-cheek article published in New Times magazine, penned by
Nina Totenberg, listed the 10 dumbest people in Congress. Virginia's
Sen. William Scott was put atop the list. A week later Scott called a
press conference to deny the charge. Scott: "I'm not a dunce."
June 28:
"Chinatown," another Paramount first-run picture, premiered at the
Biograph. It ran five weeks. The games the staff played using lines from
the movie were fun. During that five-week run it became my
all-time favorite movie. I was never happier with what was being
presented at the Biograph than I was for those five weeks.
My
favorite line in "Chinatown" is spoken by Noah Cross (John Huston), who
says: "Course I'm respectable. I'm old. Politicians, ugly buildings and
whores all get respectable if they last long enough."
The
older I get the more Huston's line makes perfect sense. The quality
first-run Paramount films we played during this period of our third year
of operation did much to bring in new customers; some of which became
regulars. Using the distributor's money to buy large display newspaper
ads was a big help in attracting those fresh faces.
July 27:
The House Judiciary Committee voted 27-11 to impeach Nixon. Three days
later the Supreme Court said Nixon had to surrender tape recordings of
White House meetings that had been sought by the Watergate
investigation’s special prosecutor. By then, Nixon's presidency was
surely in a death spiral, but he continued to vow that he would never
resign.
Aug. 9: Nixon resigned. Gerald Ford was immediately sworn in as president.
Sept. 8:
Ford pardoned Nixon, which didn't come as much of a surprise, but it
still frustrated a lot of people who wanted to see him to face the
music.
Oct. 29: Muhammad Ali regained the world
heavyweight boxing crown he had lost by refusing to be drafted into the
army in 1967. In Zaire, Ali defeated the heavily favored champion,
George Foreman, by a knockout in the eighth round.
Nov. 13:
Yasir Arafat, the head of the Palestine Liberation Organization,
addressed the UN with a pistol strapped to his waist. Supporters of
Israel cringed. Israel's enemies puffed up their chests. Lovers of peace
weren't necessarily encouraged, but hoped for the best.
Nov. 24:
The 3.2 million-year-old skeleton of an early human ancestor was
discovered in Ethiopia. The scientists who found it named the skeleton,
“Lucy.”
Dec. 10: "Ladies and Gentlemen: The Rolling
Stones," a first-run concert film, began a four-week engagement at the
Biograph in No. 1 (the larger auditorium). A special sound system was
brought in to beef up the surround sound to rock 'n' roll concert level.
Dec. 19: The former governor of New York, Nelson Rockefeller, a moderate Republican, was sworn in as Vice President.
Dec. 28:
The last published Billboard Top 100 list of 1974 revealed that the No.
1 pop single of the year was Barbra Streisand's "The Way We Were."
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Comment from Rebus:
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Here's an offbeat story about Rea few people know about:
At
the aforementioned "Devil in Miss Jones" press conference in the
Biograph’s lobby, in the summer of '73, Rea looked into the camera and asked for the public to
weigh in on the freedom of speech angle. "Send me your opinions," he openly requested of his news
audience.
Well, over 100 letters, cards, etc., came in. Most were mailed to the
theater, others were dropped off. The majority of them were supportive,
but not all. There were a few letters that were quite entertaining. So, figuring they might be useful down the road, Rea collected what he saw as the best of them in a cardboard box that may have once contained boxes of the licorice-flavored Good & Plenty.
Into
the same box went lots of clippings about the tumultuous run of “The
Devil in Miss Jones” and the Biograph’s news-making days in court. Later
on, several stories about the prank from various periodicals, local and
national, were added to the collection. Then,
after the dust had settled for about a year, the chief prankster, himself, had a
sudden change of heart.
Caught up in a spell of melancholia, Rea got to
dwelling on what had become a nagging conclusion -- no matter how hard he ever worked to put over the greatest of films, most people in Richmond would go on blithely ignoring them, in great part because they aren't heavily promoted.
On top of that (in Rea's view), too many Richmonders were habitually distrusting of anything new, which the Biograph Theatre still was. Plus, a year's worth of prank-driven attaboys suddenly felt like an overdose to him. Stewing over the thought that his name would always be connected with a somewhat
creepy, even pretentious, porno movie wasn't setting well with him on that day, either.
At 26, he probably already suspected the Terry Rea of the future
might develop an embarrassing tendency to wallow in nostalgia. And, then, just like
that, he decided to throw away all the stuff in the Devil Box.
Yes, he knew he was tossing out artifacts he would probably want
back. Some day. He told me that was part of why he did it. Yes, it was to play a trick on himself ... in the future.
Perhaps
the bitter need his precious Biograph had developed to show trashy
movies, in order to be allowed to also show totally worthwhile movies, grossed
him out a little extra on that particular winter’s day in early-1975.
Into the nearly empty back alley dumpster the Devil Box went. It landed with a satisfying thump.
Walking
away from the dumpster, Rea laughed as he crossed the cobblestone alley behind the
theater. He probably felt good for the first time that day.
A few years later, Rea ran across an Associated Press article about the prank that appeared in an out-of-town newspaper.
It included a photo of the line of film buffs stretched along the
800-block of West Grace Street, all waiting to join the festivities and
see a free screening of a pre-WWII light comedy, starring Jean Arthur.
Somehow that one clipping had escaped the Devil Box purge. Naturally, he had it framed. Last time I looked it was hanging over his desk.
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