If It’s Friday Afternoon and Our Blog Software Is Working Properly, Then It Must Be Time for a Weekend Update Post

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12/07/2007 5:00 PM |

  • The New York Anime Festival. I’m pretty sure that by this point in the post you already know whether you’re going to be interested in all the panels, screenings, exhibitions, games, et cetera, so I’ll leave it to you to look for yourself (or not) at the listings. I will, however, put in a plug for this.
  • This weekend through Sunday the 16th, the Highwire Theater Company is mounting a production of Euripides’s Iphigenia at Aulis (about Agamemnon’s sacrifice of his daughter en route to Troy), at the Milagro Theater on the L.E.S. Regular L Mag theater critic Eli James plays Achilles, for those of you who are obsessed with putting faces to names (in which case here’s a picture of me and Edith). For everyone else, it’s a downtown, small-company production of the most modern of the classic Greek tragedians, so it’ll be a good outing to casually mention when you’re home for the holidays and trying to impress everyone with your cultural bona fides.
  • The Holy Modal Rounders: Bound to Lose, now playing at Anthology, chronicles the rises, falls, and heavy drug use of the eponymous semi-legendary Greenwich Village psychedelic folk band. (In addition to core members Steve Weber and Peter Stampfel, the doc is marked by appearances from Dennis Hopper, Robert Christgau, and others.) And this weekend, Anthology is also screening Michelangelo Antonioni’s Great American so-called disaster Zabriskie Point, which Sam Shephard co-wrote on the side, while he was also serving as drummer for the Rounders.

Fat lady’s entering stage right, so I’m outta here. Check back this weekend for bonus fun content!, or else just catch up with it on Monday I guess. And a pleasant evening to you, sir or madam.

One Comment

  • thanks guys, it’s been a memorable week. Now I’m drawing a blank what was so memorable about it.

    Oh here’s a thought I remembered. when that falafel thing went down and I sat at the table eating my overpriced under cooked falafel, facing the wall, all alone in this place, Elton John’s Tiny Dancer came on the radio, and I remembered Roller Girl and that scene from Boogie Nights. It was quite magical.