Hutton? “Doesn’t sound too hard,” he said after a moment. What would his co-workers think if they knew he was having this conversation while on the clock at W.E. My father peered left and right at the large office space. You get five percent of the distributor’s cut of the gross from whatever theaters you sign.” All you’d have to do is call up some theaters and pitch them the movie. “They need distributors in the Northeast. “The producers are moving the movie nationwide, and pronto,” said Tony. You remember me mentioning Lou Perry?”ĭad whispered into the phone.
“Look, I don’t want to keep you,” Tony continued, “but a business opportunity has come up. Hutton would hear the man my family called “Uncle Tony” on the other end of the line. “Grosses this week at the Premier are up, and Deep Throat is still bringing in the crowds,' said Tony Arnone, my father’s business partner and old college friend.ĭad held the phone closer to his ear lest one of the other salesmen working at the twenty identical desks lined up in the cavernous trading room at W.E. Excerpted from 'The Pornographer's Daughter: A Memoir of Childhood, My Dad and Deep Throat'
