I was a young part-time Usher for the Riviera during the final two years I lived in Syracuse, ‘66-'67. I worked the night shift and usually the Saturday matinee. There were very few people involved with the running of the Riviera while I was there ~ the cashier lady, the concession stand lady, the male Manager (who took and tore your tickets and made any necessary command decisions), two alternating projectionists, the maintenance man, and me. I was the dashing young man in the sports coat, white shirt and tie who greeted you and escorted you to your seats with my flashlight if you came in after the lights went down. I also threw you out if you caused a disturbance, and used the assistance of the manager and maintenance man if I couldn’t do it myself.
During the years I was there, Riviera had decided to host a ‘foreign’ film venue. The films you couldn’t see anyplace else were exclusively shown there. Some truly great overseas films were presented, requiring English sub-titles. Altho I got to watch each movie three times, I was usually too busy working to read what was being said. Jean-Paul Belmondo was in just about every French movie of those days and I got pretty sick of him, frankly. I welcomed the excellent British and Canadian movies, which were ‘somewhat’ more easily understood. The Riviera actually made a solid contribution to my life because I usually got to read the entire credits for each foreign movie, including the OUTSTANDING musical score information. Being a typical middle-class ‘60s NY teenager, I sorely lacked any real “culture” or education about foreign arts. I can honestly say these films introduced me to classical music and initiated my life-long appreciation of it.
The theater itself was not huge ~ three groups of 300 seats each, divided by two wide aisles, with smaller aisles down either side of the auditorium. If we had a balcony, it wasn’t used. The sets were deep and plush ~ a pleasure to sit in, and they sort of ‘rocked’ a little. Our air-conditioner could freeze you on the muggiest Syracuse summer night; it made the job rewarding. The ceiling and walls were well decorated. Tiny ‘star’ lights on a dimmer (controlled by the projection booth) speckled the ceiling. Both walls had floor-to-ceiling overlapping panels of sound-deadening drapes, speakers and mood lights. Acoustics were excellent for the auditorium. A long wall, 7feet high, separated the seating area from the lobby. Open doors to each of the 4 aisles were covered in heavy red velour curtains, and one of my many jobs was to tie open each curtain at the end of each flick.
My young age prohibited me from working while certain movies were being shown, until I became 18. I was paid ‘well’ : $1.75/hr and all the popcorn I could eat. After midnight I got $2.25.
I was given careful instructions before I could work there. The management was very intent on making sure their patrons had a good time, remained undisturbed, and came back for more. I was taught how to deal with myriad situations, including how to pick something up from the floor when standing near other people. “Bend your knees and keep your back straight! Never bend over ~ you’ll meet someone else bending down for the same object and crash skulls, and we’ll be sued!” (That was 45 yrs ago and I taught all my kids the same thing).
After each movie, I had to walk each row of seats to collect any personal items left behind (marking the seat number to confirm we returned them to the actual owner) and help the whole crew sweep up the empty popcorn boxes, etc. They were really intent on keeping the place in good order and clean. We got about 10 minutes down-time before we opened the doors and let the folks in for the next performance. We did three presentations each night, probably entertaining no more than 500-600 people total.
I lived less than 2 miles away, but couldn’t drive after dark on my “Junior license”. I had to report for duty looking clean and sharp, so if it was raining I had a problem. I could drive my car TO the Riviera and report on time, looking good, but until I turned 18 I had to leave my car parked there overnight and walk home, regardless of the weather. The thought never crossed my mind to actually ‘cheat’ and drive home illegally. (Hey, it was another era).
I joined the Marines right after high school (Vietnam was calling me) and never returned to Syracuse. I understand the roof collapsed the year I left? A pity. I had absolutely nothing to do with that and can account for my whereabouts when it happened, I’m sure. I liked that old theater. I was young, impressionable and surrounded by French sex flicks and couples making out in the dark at each performance. Both the ticket lady and the concession stand lady flirted with me, but my boss (the manager) was related to one of them and married to the other and I didn’t know which was which. In an uncommonly mature and responsible display of integrity and self-restraint, I somehow managed to keep my hands off both of them for nearly two years and left with a good recommendation.
I was a young part-time Usher for the Riviera during the final two years I lived in Syracuse, ‘66-'67. I worked the night shift and usually the Saturday matinee. There were very few people involved with the running of the Riviera while I was there ~ the cashier lady, the concession stand lady, the male Manager (who took and tore your tickets and made any necessary command decisions), two alternating projectionists, the maintenance man, and me. I was the dashing young man in the sports coat, white shirt and tie who greeted you and escorted you to your seats with my flashlight if you came in after the lights went down. I also threw you out if you caused a disturbance, and used the assistance of the manager and maintenance man if I couldn’t do it myself.
During the years I was there, Riviera had decided to host a ‘foreign’ film venue. The films you couldn’t see anyplace else were exclusively shown there. Some truly great overseas films were presented, requiring English sub-titles. Altho I got to watch each movie three times, I was usually too busy working to read what was being said. Jean-Paul Belmondo was in just about every French movie of those days and I got pretty sick of him, frankly. I welcomed the excellent British and Canadian movies, which were ‘somewhat’ more easily understood. The Riviera actually made a solid contribution to my life because I usually got to read the entire credits for each foreign movie, including the OUTSTANDING musical score information. Being a typical middle-class ‘60s NY teenager, I sorely lacked any real “culture” or education about foreign arts. I can honestly say these films introduced me to classical music and initiated my life-long appreciation of it.
The theater itself was not huge ~ three groups of 300 seats each, divided by two wide aisles, with smaller aisles down either side of the auditorium. If we had a balcony, it wasn’t used. The sets were deep and plush ~ a pleasure to sit in, and they sort of ‘rocked’ a little. Our air-conditioner could freeze you on the muggiest Syracuse summer night; it made the job rewarding. The ceiling and walls were well decorated. Tiny ‘star’ lights on a dimmer (controlled by the projection booth) speckled the ceiling. Both walls had floor-to-ceiling overlapping panels of sound-deadening drapes, speakers and mood lights. Acoustics were excellent for the auditorium. A long wall, 7feet high, separated the seating area from the lobby. Open doors to each of the 4 aisles were covered in heavy red velour curtains, and one of my many jobs was to tie open each curtain at the end of each flick.
My young age prohibited me from working while certain movies were being shown, until I became 18. I was paid ‘well’ : $1.75/hr and all the popcorn I could eat. After midnight I got $2.25.
I was given careful instructions before I could work there. The management was very intent on making sure their patrons had a good time, remained undisturbed, and came back for more. I was taught how to deal with myriad situations, including how to pick something up from the floor when standing near other people. “Bend your knees and keep your back straight! Never bend over ~ you’ll meet someone else bending down for the same object and crash skulls, and we’ll be sued!” (That was 45 yrs ago and I taught all my kids the same thing).
After each movie, I had to walk each row of seats to collect any personal items left behind (marking the seat number to confirm we returned them to the actual owner) and help the whole crew sweep up the empty popcorn boxes, etc. They were really intent on keeping the place in good order and clean. We got about 10 minutes down-time before we opened the doors and let the folks in for the next performance. We did three presentations each night, probably entertaining no more than 500-600 people total.
I lived less than 2 miles away, but couldn’t drive after dark on my “Junior license”. I had to report for duty looking clean and sharp, so if it was raining I had a problem. I could drive my car TO the Riviera and report on time, looking good, but until I turned 18 I had to leave my car parked there overnight and walk home, regardless of the weather. The thought never crossed my mind to actually ‘cheat’ and drive home illegally. (Hey, it was another era).
I joined the Marines right after high school (Vietnam was calling me) and never returned to Syracuse. I understand the roof collapsed the year I left? A pity. I had absolutely nothing to do with that and can account for my whereabouts when it happened, I’m sure. I liked that old theater. I was young, impressionable and surrounded by French sex flicks and couples making out in the dark at each performance. Both the ticket lady and the concession stand lady flirted with me, but my boss (the manager) was related to one of them and married to the other and I didn’t know which was which. In an uncommonly mature and responsible display of integrity and self-restraint, I somehow managed to keep my hands off both of them for nearly two years and left with a good recommendation.