Does anyone know what the price of a ticket was at Radio City in 1958? Or what the price of a ticket at a typical Times Square movie theater would have been in that year?
I grew up around the corner on East 2nd Street. The Claridge used to occasionally run 50 cartoons at a time on the weekend, with a line of kids down the block waiting to get in. I remember sitting through Old Yeller about five times in one day. Great memories.
I was assistant manager at the Deluxe after losing my teaching job in the budget crunching NY of the 1970’s. When I first started, it was legit but kind of a dangerous place, with neighborhood toughs coming in at night, drinking and throwing liquor bottles at my head. When it went porno, that stopped and it just became disgusting. I left shortly thereafter.
My one regret: The owner had a floor to ceiling stack of old one sheets in upstairs storage. This was before people knew their value. I still regret not offering him $100 (or less) for the whole bunch. I’d be rtired off their value by now.
Also, I wrote my first screenplay in the manager’s office when I was running the place at night. I left for LA after I left the Deluxe and came close, but no cigar, in Hollywood. That’s show biz.
Does anyone know what the price of a ticket was at Radio City in 1958? Or what the price of a ticket at a typical Times Square movie theater would have been in that year?
Saw The Thrilla in Manila there. Ali vs. Frazier. Great fight. I remember the place being very smokey.
I grew up around the corner on East 2nd Street. The Claridge used to occasionally run 50 cartoons at a time on the weekend, with a line of kids down the block waiting to get in. I remember sitting through Old Yeller about five times in one day. Great memories.
I was assistant manager at the Deluxe after losing my teaching job in the budget crunching NY of the 1970’s. When I first started, it was legit but kind of a dangerous place, with neighborhood toughs coming in at night, drinking and throwing liquor bottles at my head. When it went porno, that stopped and it just became disgusting. I left shortly thereafter.
My one regret: The owner had a floor to ceiling stack of old one sheets in upstairs storage. This was before people knew their value. I still regret not offering him $100 (or less) for the whole bunch. I’d be rtired off their value by now.
Also, I wrote my first screenplay in the manager’s office when I was running the place at night. I left for LA after I left the Deluxe and came close, but no cigar, in Hollywood. That’s show biz.