Kate Plays Christine
Friday August 26 through Thursday September 1 at IFC Center: $15
This year at Sundance, there were two films focused on Christine Chubbuck, the Florida news reporter who killed herself live on the air in the summer of 1974 during the broadcast of her talk show– although the filmmakers in each case took a wildly different approach to exploring not only the story of Chubbuck’s death but our own unrelenting fascination with her suicide and how knowing that it was caught on film makes the whole situation strangely titillating.
A 20-year-old house cleaner was arrested Tuesday after allegedly sneaking into a client’s residence on July 25 to bound, blindfold and rape her. [NY Daily News]
On Monday afternoon, a cockalier spaniel puppy named Pippen was stolen from his owner’s Knickerbocker Avenue laundromat. The incident was captured on video. [Pix 11]
Police say a cyclist in Williamsburg verbally abused a driver before hitting him in the face and helping herself to his sunglasses last Friday. [DNA Info]
America is replete with music festivals (especially this summer, New York). There are so many it could make your head spin, causing you to momentarily lose sanity and fall into a killing spree.
That’s not exactly what happens in Jared Saltiel and Toby Singer‘s new musical South By South Death, but it’s close—the show is about a group of friends who head south to attend the infamous “Didgeridoo Music Festival,” conveniently set on a remote island. At the festival, pop star “Ciley Myrus” is headlining, but there’s something darker afoot. Someone in a Myrus mask begins killing everyone and documenting the carnage. Through selfies, of course. As more and more people die, there’s another disaster looming, this one of the natural variety: Hurricane Beyoncé.
Wednesday August 24, 7 pm at City Reliquary; $7.
A female cyclist claims she was physically assaulted by an Uber driver at a busy intersection on August 4, but the police officers who witnessed the encounter failed to act. [Gothamist]
“Honestly, I just wanted a festival and to throw a big party,” says Coree Spencer of her forthcoming Cinder Block Comedy Festival. As lighthearted as that seems, Spencer organized the festival on her terms in order to challenge the ongoing status quo in the comedy world.
The 52-year-old man who allegedly raped a 27-year-old Bushwick woman last week was arrested after he called the police later that day to request a ride. [NY Daily News]
A man took a cab from Bushwick to Williamsburg on August 11 and then stole $150 from the driver. [DNA Info]
Greenpoint bar Palace Cafe will shutter on September 3 after 83 years in business. [Gothamist]
Now, I know that my excellent Photoshop skills have no doubt tricked you into believing that this (see above) is simply your average, un-doctored photo, but— and you’ll have to just take my word on this— it’s actually a composite of two promotional photos. The image on the right was used in ads for indie band Porches’ latest album, Pool, whereas the hotdog’d one on the left was used by performance artist/electronic musician Peaches.
Pokémon Go’s in full swing and fall fashion is flashing right back to where it’s been for a while now: disaffected stares, tattoo chokers, clunky Doc Marten oxfords in every shade of the Windows 95 color palette, and disused flannels fashioned into something that can only be understood as a waist-tie. So one can safely say the ’90s are still making a comeback, as the decade continues to fascinate twenty-somethings who probably don’t even remember the OJ Simpson Trial and are only pretending to understand Ren & Stimpy references. But now all these ’90s-culture appropriators will have an opportunity to really feel what it was like to be a kid with dial-up internet and a pocket full of Bubble Tape– with the opening of Brooklyn Pogs.
Thursday August 25, 9 pm at Union Hall: $10
Hosted by Lacey Jeka and Kristen Buckels (Between Two Bushes), this show is stacked. I mean seriously, you’re telling me that you’ve got Aparna Nancherla and Jo Firestone– who by the way also host some great shows together— and Brett Davis, the cult-obsessed audience antagonizer, plus a great young man named Gary Richardson, all on the same bill?
Also, the show is only $10? And it’s on a Thursday and at a reasonable hour? Wait, there’s a flyer for it? Uh, yes please. Like, on all accounts. This show might only last one night, but, oh man, what a summer fling it will be.
It seems silly now to imagine that some of us groused about the opening of a “Mini-Mall” in the Realform Girdle Building– it just seemed so yuppie-ish and suburban and right there on Bedford and North 5th, like the places we’d escaped to get to New York. If you can image, “gentrification” wasn’t yet a watchword.
But by 2001, along with the Verb Café (RIP, well sorta– there’s a Verb 2.0 in Greenpoint) and the Internet Garage (read: before email was on your phone, you’d stop by here to “Get high on speed!!!11” as their Facebook page advises), you could stop by Mikey’s Hookup and play ping pong while picking up a guitar cord.
For two hours yesterday, a statue of naked Donald Trump stood in Union Square. The anarchist collective INDECLINE commissioned, “The Emperor Has No Balls,” which included this work plus similar statues in San Francisco, Cleveland, LA and Seattle. [Washington Post]
Developer Aby Rosen erected a “Vote Your Conscience” billboard at his 337 Lafayette Street property. [The Real Deal]
The Heyward, a Wythe Avenue restaurant that replaced Zebulon in 2014, recently shuttered. [Eater NY]