Thursday, August 12, 2004
Who among us hasn't attended a film festival or a live concert and thought, "I could do better"? But making the transition from inspired wannabe to successful artist or promoter is a task roughly analogous to pushing an SUV up your nose, only a lot more painful and slow. Nonetheless, an awful lot of smart people have an abundance of advice for you at Nadine's Music Manager Summit and DIY Film Fest, a day of panels, presentations, and lectures loaded with practical recommendations for the aspiring at the low, low cost of a mere 10-spot. We're slavering over the music manager panel, with chitchat from Jordan Kurland (Death Cab for Cutie), Carter (Tina Turner, Melissa Etheridge), and Robert Hayes (t.A.T.u.), but you film types might want to see Microcinema International impresario Joel S. Bachar and 1906 author James D'Alessandro, whose latest DIY project is a film adaptation of his best-selling work on the Great San Francisco Earthquake. Start clawing your way to the top at 7 p.m. at Studio Z, 314 11th St. (at Folsom), S.F. Admission is $10; call 252-7666 or visit www.studioz.tv.
Friday, August 13, 2004
Tino "Rosie" Camanga had a vision. Whatever his subject matter -- birds, hula dancers, cartoon characters, weapons -- his style stood out, with its distinctive curves and high color. Because Camanga's canvas was usually some sailor's arm in Honolulu between the '40s and the '80s, it's rare to see his work, even though his stuff informs the style of practically everyone who's ever held an ink gun. That's why we're so into "Nobody Love Me," an exhibition of local tattoo guru Don Ed Hardy's private collection: an astonishing 200 sheets of Camanga's original flash. Catch folk art at its best through Sept. 5 at Hold Fast Gallery, 487 14th St. (at Guerrero), S.F. Admission is free; call 352-7479.
Saturday, August 14, 2004
It's that time of year again: Time to call Grandma, arrange a visit, raid the garage, and emerge with Super 8 gold. Then, at Home Movie Day, your precious (or heinous, depending) film can be inspected for damage, specially cleaned, and, best of all, possibly screened. Just think: Someone will see Aunt Judy and Uncle Sam's trip to Freeport, and they might not even get bored! The organizers of HMD are earnest in their assertion that home movies are a vital key to our cultural history, often more reliable than professional media in their folksy recordings of normal people. Those same crazy film archivists have an important message for anyone with canisters in the attic: "Don't throw your film away!" trumpets the group's Web site, because "original films can long outlast any film or video transfer." Bring your 8mm, 16mm, or Super 8mm films to screenings of rare and wonderful stuff curated by local film buffs, starting at noon at the San Francisco Media Archive, 275 Capp (at 18th Street), S.F. Admission is free; call 558-8117 or visit www.homemovieday.com.
Sunday, August 15, 2004
Three words: gay James Bond. That Man From C.A.M.P. , first published in the 1960s as a series of pulp novellas by Victor J. Banis, pulls together the best of international espionage and hot man-man love, starring superspy/gemologist/ marksman/Bugatti mechanic Jackie Holmes, a sexy blond who makes Austin Powers look like a celibate butch. Three of these stories, plus an interview with the author, have been republished for your reading pleasure as That Man From C.A.M.P.: Rebel Without a Pause. Banis appears today to chat with writer/ director F. Allen Sawyer, who has whipped the Hot Pants Homo Players into shape to perform part of one of the stories. Will it be from "Holiday Gay," in which Holmes battles his archnemesis Birdie Wing and Wing's army, the Swallows? Or from the title tale, concerning a gay diamond-counterfeiting ring? Find out at 2 p.m. at the Main Library, Koret Auditorium, 100 Larkin (at Grove), S.F. Admission is free; call 557-4200 or visit www.sfpl.org.
Monday, August 16, 2004
We saw Elvis. We saw him in Viva Las Vegas, we saw him in Girls! Girls! Girls!, and that was definitely him in King Creole. He was great. No, really. Today is the icon's birthday, and a new faux-Polynesian joint in the East Bay is taking care of business. "Elvis' Birthday, Tiki Style" is an homage to all things (as the organizers put it) "Elviki," with screenings of movies such as Paradise, Hawaiian Style, paper umbrella festooned drinks, prizes given out by a lady calling herself the Tiki Goddess, and maybe a guest appearance by the King of Rock 'n' Roll himself. Rock a hula at 7:30 p.m. at the Conga Lounge, 5422 College (at Hudson), Oakland. Admission is free; call (510) 463-2681 or visit www.congalounge.com.
Tuesday, August 17, 2004
The Wicker Man, one of the most unsettling thrillers of all time, is also cursed with one of the world's crappiest titles. With hundreds of scary movies at the video store with titles like Bloodsucking Gore Whores, who's going to pick up an obscure little picture with a name reminiscent of a Pier 1 promotional short? Cult film fans who've caught of whiff of the picture's reputation, that's who. When straight-laced Sgt. Howie investigates the disappearance of a young girl from a remote island, he's repulsed by the villagers' pagan orgies and by the moral insouciance of the island's leader (an unnerving Christopher Lee). But when Howie learns the secret of the Wicker Man, the payoff's one of the most shocking scenes ever committed to film. Get a load of it at the monthly Anglophile movies-and-music party "So Tough" at 8 p.m. at El Rio, 3158 Mission (at Cesar Chavez), S.F. Admission is free; call 282-3325 or visit www.elriosf.com.
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