church on Sundays, those whose prayers were written by Paddy Chayefsky and whose hymnals were composed by John Williams and whose intensity of faith is a call Imogene is helpless to resist. Alec himself.
After the sale, the Rosebud is closed for two months to refurbish. New seats, state-of-the-art sound. A dozen artisans put up scaffolding and work with little paintbrushes to restore the crumbling plaster molding on the ceiling. Steven adds personnel to run the day-to-day operations. Although it's his place now, Alec has agreed to stay on to manage things for a little while.
Lois Weisel drives up three times a week to film a documentary about the renovation, using her grad students in various capacities, as electricians, sound people, grunts. Steven wants a gala reopening to celebrate the Rosebud 's past. When Alec hears what he wants to show firsta double feature of The Wizard of Oz and The Birds his forearms prickle with goose-flesh; but he makes no argument.
On reopening night, the place is crowded like it hasn't been since Titanic . The local news is there to film people walking inside in their best suits. Of course, Steven is there, which is why all the excitement ... although Alec thinks he would have a sell-out even without Steven, that people would have come just to see the results of the renovation. Alec and Steven pose for photographs, the two of them standing under the marquee in their tuxedoes, shaking hands. Steven's tuxedo is Armani, bought for the occasion. Alec got married in his.
Steven leans into him, pressing a shoulder against bis chest. What are you going to do with yourself?
Before Steven's money, Alec would have sat behind the counter handing out tickets, and then gone up himself to start the projector. But Steven hired someone to sell tickets and run the projector. Alec says, Guess I'm going to sit and watch the movie.
Save me a seat , Steven says. I might not get in until The Birds , though. I have some more press to do out here.
Lois Weisel has a camera set up at the front of the theater, turned to point at the audience, and loaded with high-speed film for shooting in the dark. She films the crowd at different times, recording their reactions to The Wizard of Oz . This was to be the conclusion of her documentarya packed house enjoying a twentieth-century classic in this lovingly restored old movie palacebut her movie wasn't going to end like she thought it would.
In the first shots on Lois's reel it is possible to see Alec sitting in the back left of the theater, his face turned up towards the screen, his glasses flashing blue in the darkness. The seat to the left of him, on the aisle, is empty, the only empty seat in the house. Sometimes he can be seen eating popcorn. Other times he is just sitting there watching, his mouth open slightly, an almost worshipful look on his face.
Then in one shot he has turned sideways to face the seat to his left. He has been joined by a woman in blue. He is leaning over her. They are unmistakably kissing. No one around them pays them any mind. The Wizard of Oz is ending. We know this because we can hear Judy Garland, reciting the same five words over and over in a soft, yearning voice, sayingwell, you know what she is saying. They are only the loveliest five words ever said in all of film.
In the shot immediately following this one, the house lights are up, and there is a crowd of people gathered around Alec's body, slumped heavily in his seat. Steven Greenberg is in the aisle, yelping hysterically for someone to bring a doctor. A child is crying. The rest of the crowd generates a low rustling buzz of excited conversation. But never mind this shot. The footage that came just before it is much more interesting.
It is only a few seconds long, this shot of Alec and his unidentified companiona few hundred frames of filmbut it is the shot that will make Lois Weisel's reputation, not to mention a large sum of money. It will appear on television
Shawnte Borris
Lee Hollis
Debra Kayn
Donald A. Norman
Tammara Webber
Gary Paulsen
Tory Mynx
Esther Weaver
Hazel Kelly
Jennifer Teege, Nikola Sellmair