So much to see and do over the next little stretch, cinephages, that the cinetrix is reduced to bullet stizz [not to be confused with bullet time].
- Thursday, February 12, 7 p.m., at the Edie and Lew Wasserman Cinematheque, "Michael Shannon, the best and least embalmed part of Revolutionary Road, will appear at Brandeis for a screening of the film and a Q&A led by alumnus Scott Feinberg of the L.A. Times." [via]
- Thursday & Friday, February 12 & 13, former Flaherty fellow Kalup Linzy throws down at the Kitchen, debuting a new dragtastic performance piece. Ten bucks. 8 p.m. [via] [Kalup's You Tube channel here.]
- Friday, February 13, the givers at the Independent Film Festival of Boston keep on giving. This time out it's more Muay Thai Midnight Madness, with the debut of Chocolate. "Exclusive New England screening - Do not miss all the ass-kicking action on the big screen!" Eight bucks. Somerville Theatre, midnight.
- Saturday, February 14, 8 p.m. at MoMA, FOC Hanna Rose Shell and Vanessa Bertozzi screen their fascinating doc, Secondhand (Pepe), about used clothing and the immigrant experience of Jewish ragpickers and Haitian pepe dealers. There's a second screening February 16, also at 8 p.m. Ten bucks.
- Thursday, February 19, at 8 p.m., the sublime Barbara Hammer will be in effect at MoMA to premiere A HORSE IS NOT A METAPHOR (2008 with sound by Meredith Monk) and screen DIVING WOMEN OF JEJU-DO (2007).
- Saturday, February 21, bounce back up the eastern seaboard to the Harvard Film Archive for the latest Film & Reality program, a 3 p.m. screening of Robb Moss's classic Riverdogs with Amanda Micheli and Isabel Vega's 2008 Academy Award-nominated La Corona. Harvard prof Moss and Micheli will be in effect. Ten bucks.
- Sunday, February 22, hop back on the Bolt Bus to MoMA, where FOC Hugo Perez's Neither Memory Nor Magic takes a bow as part of the 2009 Documentary Fortnight at 6 p.m.
Finally, if you have any sense, you'll be at the Brattle on Valentine's Day to honor the birthplace of the Bogie Cult by watching Casablanca. I expect to hear you singing La Marseillaise lustily from the balcony all the way from here.
*Incidentally, try and count how many optical effects they cram into this three-minute trailer. I swear there was a dare involved.
