Presenting the Eiffel Tower
Cimetière du Père-Lachaise. We visited the grave of Proust, of Oscar Wilde, and the mess around the defaced bust and grave of Jim Morrison. Thanks, hippies.
NYC premiere of the restored Vertigo. Photo by Bill Huelbig.
The premiere of the Katz-Harris resoration of Vertigo happened at the Ziegfeld Theatre, the last single-screen movie palace in NYC that was still showing movies. I walked in behind Kim Novak and Pat Hitchcock, and sat three rows behind them; as I walked out I discussed the score with Thurston Moore. (He did not know that MX80 Sound had covered Herrmann's theme from Sisters.) It was the single best film experience of my life.
It opened in 1969 and closed in 2016; New York has nothing like it as of this writing (2024). Manhattan had a dozen huge theaters when I arrived in ’79; only Radio City and the United Palace remain, and neither shows films on a regular basis. Perhaps there are still one or two I don’t know about? I’d like to think so. The Zeigfeld is now a ballroom for rich people.