

Back then you wouldn’t necessarily sneak anything in, you’d bribe the projectionist (cash, ass, or grass) to set up in the booth and line-in the audio feed with a splitter. Then you’d sell it to the guy at the flea market who would make copies and sell for the low.



That’s basically what Kevin said, but the article is pointing out that he was executive producer and could have just not booked the racist Kill Tony guy, or set guardrails up before hand (which they do for roasts).