Tales from the (Movie) Theater: Part 9

Completion of this series--see Intro, parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8a, 8b:

Journey's End

Being a senior projectionist (at age 22 for the first half of 1977, no less) at the independent Warner Huntington Park (a place I had come to regularly since I was a kid), was a one-of-a-kind experience. I went from someone who knew next to nothing about the trade to someone who could at the very least get a movie projected (by hook or by crook). As well, I learned how to teach the basics of the booth to anyone hired off the street (which happened too many times over). Coming to the end of my employment there, I began to experience similar feelings toward the job as my brother once did (the former sr. projectionist before me). It was eerie to see myself walk the same path at the theater, and end up with same result: that of giving notice.

The rest of the chapter has been updated and relocated to my current blog, found here.

Next up: Outro

Tales from the (Movie) Theater: Part 2

Continuation of the series--see Intro, part 1:

The Owner

Getting past my brother's interview process and meeting the owner made for quite a contrast. At least with my brother, he was a known commodity -- familia -- for better or for worst. On the other hand the proprietor, Armand, he was an eye-opener. When introduced to him by my brother, one immediately felt like you were being sized up and grouped into one of two categories: those like him, and everybody else. Those who were like him were the self-made businessmen who started out with literally nothing and work/scraped whatever they achieved through their energy and ambition.

The rest of the chapter has been updated and relocated to my current blog, found here.

Next up: Projecting (Part 3)

Tales from the (Movie) Theater: Part 1

Continuation of the series that began here.

Brotherhood

By the mid-70's, I needed a steady job to support my endeavor of higher education (and perhaps affording to have money in my pocket for dating purposes, too). Ah...youth. A college education was something my mother pushed for, and I (the surviving oldest) got that obligación. I was at L.A. City College at the time--junior college--see what mediocre high school grades get you. Now, my younger brother (by 1 year and 8 months) on the other hand sought work foremost (and had done so since he finished high school).

The rest of the chapter has been updated and relocated to my current blog, found here.

Next up: The Owner (Part 2)