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Topic: Booth Nightmares
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Carl Martin
Phenomenal Film Handler
Posts: 1424
From: Oakland, CA, USA
Registered: Feb 2002
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posted 02-25-2004 11:17 PM
aw, that was no worse than the last one.
this was literally a nightmare, in that it didn't really happen, obviously. last night i dreamt i was running a projector that fed accordian-folded film up from the bottom, chopped the frames off one by one, projected them, then tape-spliced them back together and spit them out. not a very practical set-up, to say the least, and kinda hard on the film. i didn't sleep too well.
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Leo Enticknap
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From: Loma Linda, CA
Registered: Jul 2000
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posted 02-26-2004 01:38 AM
quote: it just so happens when we got it on the platter...well halfway on, the center ring just dropped and fell on the floor.
I've never had one totally disintegrate, but I did once take over from a colleague mid-shift who had forgotten to put the tensioning pin in an old-style Kinoton collar. At the end of the show, therefore, the collar was totally locked tight and could not be lifted out for love nor money. As the film was Titanic (i.e. around 15,000 feet), there was a lot of pressure. In the end what I had to do was get a couple of people to put their arms under the print to raise it 2-3 inches, while I knocked the collar out with a hammer. We just got away with it - the alternative would have been spooling the whole film off onto 6,000 feet spools to free the collar, which would have meant losing a sold-out, Friday evening show.
Apart from that my worst almost-nightmare was a Sunday afternoon rep show of Gone With the Wind. The print we got had clearly been cobbled together from several old ones - it was a commercial distribution print, not from an archive. A colleague had made the whole thing up onto two platter rolls.
After the usual cleaning and power-up routine I was about to lace it up, when I noticed the tell-tale 'mothball' smell coming from the platter. A close-up sniff confirmed what I suspected. Of the seven reels in part 1, three were nitrate. We later found 2 in part 2, as well.
My colleague, who had very little booth experience, had simply never heard of nitrate. I hadn't bothered telling her about the H & S issues, because I thought that the chances of any nitrate being delivered to a provincial arthouse as late as 1995(ish) were absolutely zero. When we told the distributor about it, their response was 'nitrate - what's that?'.
I dread to think what could have happened if she'd been working that Sunday and 6,000 feet of it had gone up in an unprotected booth.
As for the show, the manager was somewhat off-pissed at my not wanting to project the film. So I snipped a couple of feet of spacing from the tail of an offending reel, took her out to the back yard, handed her a box of matches and invited her to do the honours. She didn't need much convincing after that! An usher was dispatched to Blockbusters to get a VHS which we then projected... and several customers commented on how good the picture looked!
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William Hooper
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Posts: 1879
From: Mobile, AL USA
Registered: Jun 99
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posted 02-27-2004 12:06 AM
quote: I'm sure in the old days there was more than one elderly operator who dropped dead on the job and no one knew until a reel ran out and the screen stayed white indefinitely
Elderly?
In October I started a movie that began with silence at the top, WHAT? Check the exciter lamp & threading, crank the monitor, nothing, launch like a rocket to run to the spotlight port & stick my head out to listen, ducked either too little or too late & BA-WHAMMM slammed into the steel fire shutter over the spotlight port. Classic concussion, seeing stars, on the floor & feeling every one of its molecules, thinking..."MUST MAKE CHANGEOVER, BELL WILL RING, MUST MAKE CHANGEOVER..."
I musta looked like Banquo's ghost coming down after the auditorium emptied to use the restroom mirror to patch up the mess. I still have a big old scab on my head from it.
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Frank Angel
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From: Brooklyn NY USA
Registered: Dec 1999
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posted 03-02-2004 01:14 PM
I may have told this story before on this forum, but it's a good one. Talk about the hazards of the booth.....
The projector was a Super Simplex with the shutter in the normal position behind the aperture but with the shaft still protruding from the front of the head next to the lens from when the shutter was once located in earlier designs. I was 18 and had a head of hair consistent with the styles of times like the those worn in the movie HAIR, where we let our hair grow until it stopped by itself. The reel was finished and I had made the change-over to the other machine.
A few change-overs prior, I had become fascinated with my discovery that if you put a piece of paper into the aperture on the machine that was not running, you would see a miniature image of the movie that was being projected on the screen by the other projector, the movie running as it were, right there in the aperture. I had just discovered this and as soon as I made the change-over, I wanted to see this phenomenon again. With the out-going machine still running, I leaned over the front of the head thinking if I could get an angle so that I could see into the lens without blocking the image from the screen, I would see the little 35mm mini image in that projector's aperture even better.
As luck would have it (or rather anti-luck in this case), as I bent over the front of the projector, the spinning shaft caught the hair on the side of my head and in an instant had twirled up a big chunk of it and literally tore out a swatch of it from the middle of my head to my temple. A bloodcurdling scream could be heard throughout the theatre. Luckily it just pulled the hair out by the roots and did no real damage to the scalp itself -- no blood that is, but plenty of pain -- which was the only thing that made my boss reluctantly allow me to finish the show. The damage to my ego was another story.
For a few days I walked around with half a head of hair and got so tired of explaining what had happened and then having to listen to the snickers, that I shaved it all off. It all grew back fine, only to fall out later in life. My boss said that in all the years he had worked in the movie business, he had never seen anything quite like it. To this day, me neither.
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