Claudia Lehan, one of four collective members who own and run San Francisco's Red Vic Movie House, tells me the theater is in serious financial trouble and is in danger of closing. Lehan says a slow-and-steady decline in attendance has finally reached a critical point and that she is not sure how much longer the theater can continue, characterizing its operations as "month-to-month." The theater has a large amount of debt, she says.
Lehan attributes the drop in audience to the financial downturn and the rise of Netflix and other digital movie-delivery options.
Opened in 1980, the Red Vic is one of the few single-screen revival houses left in the city. Lehan is putting out a general call for assistance, financial and otherwise, and is hoping that the San Francisco film community will rally around the theater to stave off that last Haight Street picture show. So far, she says, response has been good.
I wish I could remember all the films that I myself have seen at the Red Vic since moving here in 1990. The one that immediately comes to mind is The 5000 Fingers of Dr. T, a C-movie technicolor fantasy extravaganza, featuring song lyrics by Dr. Seuss, that has to be seen to be believed.