I used to manage a repertory theatre in Minneapolis, in the early 80s, before there was a VCR in every room of every house. We'd run doubleheaders of classic films for 2 or 3 days (Casablanca and Maltese Falcon, Victor Victoria and The Bird Cage, War of The Worlds and Forbidden Planet, etc), then I'd take the movies down to the Amtrak station, drop them off, and pick up the canisters for the next doubleheader. Really fun job, if you're a 25- year old kid who loves movies.
Except fpr Friday and Saturday night. Because that was when we ran Rocky Horror at midnight.
I guess it was kind if of fun, because the kids were wild about it, and there was a lot of excited energy. But I have to say, it did kind of wear on me.
You know that scene where everyone throws rice? We remodeled the whole theatre one month, and when they removed some of the light fixtures, there was rice inside of the sealed lights. How the hell those little barbarians managed to get rice inside of sealed units, screwed down firmly, I'll never figure out.