Newsday from New York, New York • 6

Times Squares Sizzle Fizzling Porn Films Move to TV, West Coast By Ellis Henican When the demolition crew arrived at the X-rated Pussycat Cinema last month, the marquee still promised a world-premiere double-bill: "Quickie" and "Tigresses." But sex at least the cinematic variety will no longer be the main attraction at the comer of Broadway and 49th Street. Real-estate developer William Zeckendorf is replacing the Pussycat Cinema and its neighbor, the Kitty Kat, with a new 46-floor Crowne Plaza Holiday Inn. Its demolition was celebrated in a higher style than that comer had known for years. City officials, clergymen and investors gathered to watch as two costumed cast members from the Broadway musical "Big River" Huck Finn and Jim took hold of a fat brown rope and gave it a firm tug. The marquee quivered for a moment.

Then, with a thud, it crashed violently to the midtown sidewalk. These are not happy times for the sex-movie business in New York for those who make the films or for those who show them. And the reason haa only a little do with Attorney General Edwin Meese and his controversial Commission on Pornography. The business most persistent opponents feminists, religious fundamentalists and vice squads continue their fight, newly bolstered by Moose's Justice Department, which has pledged to crack down on what the government estimates is the $5-billion to $10-bil-lion-a-year pornography industry. But the fate of the Pussycat is part of a national trend generated leas by new morality than by new technology.

And it is part of a New York trend that has to do with' economics and soaring real-estate values. The Pussycat was the last of the Times Square X-rated theaters to use films. The dozen that remain now show videocassettes and are in a dwindling business. Since 1976, the number of sex-related businesses on Times Square has dropped from 147 to fewer than 50, according to the Mayors Office of Midtown Enforcement. According to dozens of interviews Continued on Page 27 Ex-Porn Star Needs Liver Linda Marchiano, who gained fame as Linda Lovelace in the 1972 movie "Deep Throat" and has since become a leading spokeswoman against pornography, says she has been told by her doctors that she needs a liver transplant within four to eight month or she will die.

Marchiano, who lives with her husband and two children on Long Island, says she has also been told that she needs a double mastectomy because of silicone injections she was forced to undergo by her promoter, but die cannot be treated until her hepatitis-damaged liver is replaced by one that can function during the operation. And Marchiano needs money at least $40,000, and perhaps much mine, for the transplant surgery alone. She said yesterday that her husband, Larry, "works six days a week just to make ends meet. Forty-thousand dollars, thats beyond us, for sure. Linda Marchiano Play He has made his duties subordinate to his vanities; he has bullied the ill-fortuned and truckled to the fortuned; to walk in his wake has been to stumble through a rubble of vulgarities and meannesses of spirit.

I have endured these displays with a measure of tolerance and even a residual trace of sympathy. But it is all over now, and I confess to some mortification for the failure of seriousness that allowed me to let pass no wd of serious transgressions against decency and dignity snd that now finds ms left without an al- "Boston has to understand that, for the next week, it is a vassal city. Boston today is in subjugation. Edward I. Koch, Wednesday last For an uncomfortably long while, there haa been the mounting premonition of a moment to come when the final splinter of patience with the Mayor of New York City would snap with a sound like thunder.

That moment has arrived at laat I have borne with Koch when he traduced "-erately honest public personages and commended scoundrels, when he betrayed his worthy friends and ran out on his unworthy ones before the ink had dried on their subpoenas, and when he solicited our unshaken trust by fairly hnanting his ignorance of transactions in the city business that no reasonably attentive mayor could excuse him-self for not noticing. in the days after the Mets won the.World Series. Even those of us who think of baseball as in its modest way a sacred rite have to concede that, in the weight of the world, it is a triviality. But then we have a trivial mayor, and there is wmwthiiig appropriate in my having been brought to the -terminal conviction that New York can no longer afford Ed Koch by an occasion as mll as thia one. On Tuesday, the mayor thanked the Meta for making New York a family.

That was a heartening image, and Koch might have elevated rather than degraded us if he had thereafter shown the slightest understanding that it is a poor family indeed that does not take account of the feelings of other families. He hastened to send to Boston for flourish above its City Hall a flag emblazoned "I Love Continued on Page 87 fl' v.Vi r-c: 7 uty in mj august oy mm oaen8e or 1118 posture i I i i I fo1 A 1 i i-iJ i.