Wednesday, November 10, 2004
The wistful looks on the faces of the dolls in Denise and Scott Davis' exhibit, "Davis & Davis: Childish Things and Small Talents," are creepy and powerful. Looking like a cross between Cindy Sherman's carefully arranged self-portraits and Pierre et Gilles' hyperrealistic and color-saturated fantasies, Davis & Davis' dioramas use abandoned toys to guess at the lives of their former owners. A lady stands on a chair, scared of a huge smiling worm. A man runs to catch a falling baby. Little kids explore kissing. In all of the photographs of these scenes, the oddly peaceful faces and postures of the inert subjects tug at your heartstrings in an odd, quiet way. The exhibition closes Nov. 13 at Heather Marx Gallery, 77 Geary (at Grant), Second Fl., S.F. Admission is free; call 627-9111 or visit www.heathermarxgallery.com.
Thursday, November 11, 2004
Does Karen Everett have no shame? Fortunately for us, apparently not. In her compellingly, sometimes shockingly personal film, Women in Love, a cinematic spelunking of her own love life, Everett's experiences mirror 15 years of local lesbian history. In 1991 Everett videotapes a ménage à troisat the city's first lesbian sex club; in the mid-'90s she careens topless through the streets at an early Dyke March; in 2000 she wistfully watches as her pals Shar Rednour and Jackie Strano make porn movies together yet remain blissfully committed, even as Everett herself can't seem to settle down. Through it all the filmmaker captures real-life lovey-dovey sex and rancorous arguments, deep discussions and silly dress-up parties in her search for the key to lasting passion. Women in Love's opening reception begins at 6:30 p.m. (the film unspools at 7:30) at the Film Arts Foundation, 145 Ninth St. (at Mission), S.F. A $10-50 donation is requested; call 552-8760 or visit www.kareneverett.org.
Friday, November 12, 2004
With their psychedelic sensibility wafting over some reallyreallyfast drumming and guitar strumming, the Hut Dwellers seem a good fit for the Russ Meyer Tribute, a musical and cinematic homage to the director of Faster Pussycat, Kill, Kill! Ditto for Sacramento's totally fuzzed-out Th' Losin Streaks, whose cool-cat garage rock and polyester bell-bottoms wouldn't be out of place in any of the master's buxom babe flicks. But the real pull here is something no Meyer event should be without: buxom babes, in the form of the Go-Going-Gone Girls. These three chicks have big hair and slutty outfits, and best of all, they stand on pedestals so that everyone in the audience can hear them singing Shangri-Las covers and see them doing every kind of dance that had a name in the 1950s and '60s, including the Madison. Come dressed as your favorite Russ Meyer character: Anyone want to bet on how many Tura Satanas to expect? The shebang starts at 9 p.m. at 12 Galaxies, 2565 Mission (at 22nd St.), S.F. Admission is $8; call 970-9777 or visit www.12galaxies.com.
Saturday, November 13, 2004
In the entertainment sector of our society an annoying gender disparity is clear: Men get to do stuff (play football, drive race cars, wear leather pants and strum a guitar onstage), while women get to sit in the audience to watch and applaud. Even within the electronica community, otherwise a bastion of progressive thinking and egalitarian ideals, the Y-chromosomed are generally the maestros behind the decks and the chicks the dance-floor appreciators. Tonight that paradigm gets a tweak at "Estrogenesis," an evening of all-live performances by such female mixmasters as S.F.'s DJ Polywog, Austin, Tex.'s Lila's Medicine, Suspect.Seen from Los Angeles, and six other spinners, who play everything from dub to jungle to tribal for seven solid hours in two rooms tricked out with audiovisual eye candy. All hail the skirts in headphones at 9 p.m. at the Blue Cube, 34 Mason (at Market), S.F. Admission is $10; call 392-4833 or visit www.digitalblissproductions.com.
Sunday, November 14, 2004
Having spent decades under the thumb of the People's Republic of China, Tibet's perpetual victim status tends to overshadow its incredible (and, to Westerners, kinda mystical) culture. Get a taste of the region's scrumptious food, irresistible music, and colorful crafts at "Tibet: Gem of Asia," a daylong series of performances, panel discussions, slide shows, and lectures. Receive a blessing from Tibetan Buddhist Lamas while you learn more about how Tibet's nonviolent principles have allowed Chinese forces to dominate the country. Or just spend the day noshing on Tibetan dishes (save some momos for us!); watching Tibetan, Burmese, and Mongolian dancers; and shopping for hand-crafted jewelry, rugs, and clothing. The fair begins at 11 a.m. at the Fort Mason Conference Center, Bldg. A, Marina & Buchanan, S.F. Admission is $5-10 (and an extra $10 if you want to see the movie Dreaming of Tibet at 7 p.m.); call 656-4373 or visit www.friends-of-tibet.org.
Monday, November 15, 2004
Though in real life the man seems undaunted by everything from allegations of inaccurate reporting to his ongoing drug scandals, in the wishful-thinking play Rush Limbaugh in Night School it's a mere rival talk-show host who's giving the radio right-winger headaches. Intimidated and threatened by his Latino competitor's soaring ratings, the Dittohead King figures the trouble must be the language barrier. But when he signs up for Spanish instruction at the ultra-liberal Greenwich Village New School and falls in with a lefty crew, he quickly learns more than just grammar and vocabulary. Written by playwright Charlie Varon, who portrays Rush and all the play's other characters, Night School enjoyed a sellout run here in 1994, followed by an Off-Broadway stint. But given Limbaugh's current newsworthiness, Varon couldn't resist bringing it back for another go. See the show tonight at 8 (and through Dec. 13) at the Marsh, 1062 Valencia (at 22nd St.), S.F. Admission is $15-22; call 826-5750 or visit www.themarsh.org.