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Topic: "The Passion Behind the Light" -- A Projectionist's Tale
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Mark Lensenmayer
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Posts: 1605
From: Upper Arlington, OH
Registered: Sep 1999
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posted 03-13-2004 10:19 AM
Get your fingers off the button, moderators, this isn't about THAT Passion!
From the NY Times 3/13/04
ABOUT NEW YORK The Passion Behind the Light By DAN BARRY The Jackson Triplex in Queens had three features clicking away the other afternoon. In one theater, the thriller, "Twisted." In another, the comedy, "Starsky and Hutch." And in the middle, in the premier house, that blockbuster, "The Passion of the Christ."
Perhaps only Joe Rivierzo could fully appreciate the interesting juxtaposition. Tucked away in the projectionist's booth, far up and all the way back, only Mr. Rivierzo experienced the cinematic blend of Ashley Judd earnestness, Ben Stiller wackiness, and the crucifixion of Jesus as seen through the blood-misted lens of Mel Gibson.
Mr. Rivierzo has watched snippets of "The Passion" here and there from a porthole in the booth, but he has no plans to see the entire movie, considered inspiring by some and anti-Semitic by others. His girlfriend has already seen it, he explained, and besides, "I'm not that religious."
He is more reverent about the vital role of the projectionist, the last in a long chain of talented people responsible for the creation of movie magic. "And nobody knows we're up here," he said.
Mr. Rivierzo raised his voice to be heard above the clack and hum of his concrete-floored workplace, where reels of film as wide as Hula Hoops twirled at 90 feet a minute through three projectors to create distinctly different movie experiences - from the comic antics of two cops to the persecution of Christ.
There is a monkish quality to Mr. Rivierzo's workday. He slips his rail-thin body into a tan jumpsuit and climbs 13 steep steps to a narrow room with a small refrigerator, a bathroom, a cuspidor and timetables for three movies. There he stays for the next 12 hours, making sure that the films unwind in perfection, the projectors whir uninterrupted, and the sounds and images remain clear, distinct.
He considers it his duty to jut his head through the porthole at the start of every movie to hear what the audience is hearing. He knows, for example, that a roomful of winter coats can muffle sound effects and require adjustments to the Dolby system.
Mr. Rivierzo's lot in life seemed preordained. His father and grandfather were projectionists, and when young Joey decided to join the union 26 years ago, he thought his pedigree ensured him of work in a top-flight theater.
" 'Put him in a porno house,' " he recalled his father telling a union official. "I looked at him like he was on fire. He says, 'You're not going to ruin my reputation.' "
Mr. Rivierzo smiled at the memory, then shot a stream of semisweet chewing tobacco into that cuspidor. His father, Lou, died at 87 a few years ago. He was a good man, he said, and the best projectionist he ever saw.
LOU'S son is 46 now, his years of projecting pornographic movies well behind him. He serves as an executive board member for Local 306, the movie projectionists' union in New York, and works for a "sweetheart" of an owner, Manny Diaz, at this quaint theater in Jackson Heights, where the ushers wear red vests.
Each day he senses the isolation known to his elders, an isolation that his father often likened to prison time. The solitude has its purpose, though. Little things - a scratch on the film, a garble in the sound - are noticed quickly. Little things.
For example, in recent days Mr. Rivierzo has started the 4 p.m. showing of "Twisted," then walked to the other end of the booth to prepare "Starsky and Hutch" for its 4:10 showing. When he returns to "The Passion'' in the center of the room, the Century projector is always illuminating the same scene.
"It's the scene where they're putting the crucifix into the ground," he explained, as if previewing what was about to appear on screen. "They dig a hole, like a fencepost, they lift the crucifix and drop it in. That's the scene I see, only because of the way the shows are stacked."
And with the Dolby-enhanced sound, he added, "It goes right through you."
With the two other movies under way, Mr. Rivierzo turned up the sound system and peered through the porthole. "Watch," he said. "They drop it in - Watch! - and I've got the 4:10 going{hellip}"
BAM!
"See?" he said. "You feel it?"
As Jesus died and was resurrected on screen, Mr. Rivierzo sat on an upturned crate, talking about life. Before long, it was time for the 4:50 showing. He stood up and walked over to the projector.
"We're going to light the candle," he said, peering through the porthole. "My old man used to say that: 'We're going to light the candle.' "
He pushed a button, and the passion began again.
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