JULIAN LAVERDIERE Having co-conceived the twin towers of light, an artist who understands the power of the ephemeral and the ephemerality of power turns his attention to the perils of superpowerdom in "Goliath Concussed," a show of symbolic anti-monuments. Three opalescent replicas of Napoleon's tomb perch on dragster tires worthy of a demolition derby. A giant lantern, poised like a missile, has a Moorish lining. But pride of place goes to the cornerstone eagle from the demolished Penn Station. Replicated by digital casting, this avenging bird hurtles in centrifugal orbit, flinging its heft around (as Chris Burden did a while ago in an airborne bulldozer) and narrowly missing the walls. THROUGH MAY 24, Lehmann Maupin, 540 West 26th Street, 212-255-2923. (Levin)

TONY OURSLER His poltergeist projections, which have long since gone over the top into the realm of hysteria, apparition, and psychodrama, go a giant step further: into the dubious hyperspace of Internet-era intimacy. His latest object and image phantasms—which sport isolated facial features exaggerated by computer and projected onto trefoil or toroid fiberglass heads—woo us with winks, pouts, haiku, murmured nothings, or hostile desperation. He calls them "Caricatures," but they're something other than that. Think of them as grotesque emanations of the manipulative, flirtatious, jilted, exhibitionistic, collective virtual psyche. THROUGH JUNE 7, Metro Pictures, 519 West 24th Street, 212-206-7100. (Levin)

Guy Maddin's Dracula: Pages From a Virgin's Diary opens Wednesday at Film Forum (see film).
photo: Bruce Monk
Guy Maddin's Dracula: Pages From a Virgin's Diary opens Wednesday at Film Forum (see film).


AMY MARSHALL DANCE COMPANY The beauty of shows in downtown venues is discovering choreographers referencing, reinventing, and discarding styles as they emerge from under their elders' wings. Amy Marshall, who performed with Taylor 2 for four years and David Parsons for a year, dances with her own troupe in her Gustav's Wedding, Vertigo, and Sentido de Mujer. "My choreography is a reflection of the classical roots of those choreographers, rather than experimental theater," she says. Her style shares the clarity of Taylor's and Parson's vocabularies, but adds emotional and dramatic nuances. THURSDAY THROUGH SATURDAY AT 7:30, Puffin Room, 435 Broome Street, 212-343-2881. (Mattingly)

SPLITSTREAM Artists carving their own niches in the performance world share the program: Witness their combinations of old and new, borrowed and bent. Paul Matteson, who graced stages across the country while dancing for David Dorfman, teams up with Lisa Gonzales, Jennifer Nugent, Karinne Keithley—all incredible performers—for his Failing Me Now. John Jasperse Company veteran Miguel Gutierrez presents I Succumb, performed by Anna Azrieli, Michelle Boule, Abby Crain, Jaime Fennelly, and Tarek Halaby. Luciana Achugar and Levi Gonzalez present Worthless Limbs. TUESDAY AT 7, Dance Theater Workshop, 219 West 19th Street, 212-924-0077. (Mattingly)


'CZECH HORROR AND FANTASY ON FILM' The distinctive Czech taste for black humor, the grotesque, and the folk-visionary informs this two-weekend series, which mixes the Kafkaesque political cinema of the '60s with a healthy selection of movies by puppet surrealist Jan Svankmajer. The phantasmagoric '70s cult film Valerie and Her Week of Wonders shows Sunday in a new 35mm print. OPENS SATURDAY, THROUGH MAY 25, American Museum of the Moving Image, 35th Avenue and 36th Street, Astoria, 718-784-0077. (Hoberman)

'DRACULA: PAGES FROM A VIRGIN'S DIARY' Guy Maddin takes one of the oldest stories in movies and very nearly reinvents it as a silent—or rather Mahler-scored—feature. The look of the film—a dance performance shot on Super 8 through what might be an anamorphic snow globe—is powerfully seductive. This enraptured composition in mist, gauze, and Vaseline isn't campy but it is funny—as well as overtly erotic, willfully archaic, and beautifully convulsive. OPENS WEDNESDAY, THROUGH MAY 27, Film Forum, 209 West Houston Street, 212-727-8110. (Hoberman)

'A WOMAN IS A WOMAN' Jean-Luc Godard's idea of a musical is, of course, the idea of a musical. Starring Anna Karina (as a stripper who wants to have a baby) and Jean-Paul Belmondo (as an eager-to-oblige slacker), in color and scope, it's the grande folie of Godard's early career. The print is new and so are the subtitles. OPENS FRIDAY, THROUGH MAY 29, Film Forum, 209 West Houston Street, 212-727-8110. (Hoberman)


BLACK KEYS Ralph Carney's nephew Patrick C. plays a drum'n'bass-era Mitch Mitchell to Dan Auerbach's Jimi Hendrix, and who needs Noel Redding? Not these guys from Ohio. Auerbach could be a Stevie Ray Vaughan with more garage-pop in him—a flavor more apparent on the duo's Alive debut than its blues-hewing Fat Possum follow-up. With the Legendary Shack Shakers and Darediablo. THURSDAY AT 7:30, Mercury Lounge, 217 East Houston Street, 212-260-4700. (Christgau)

DASHBOARD CONFESSIONAL Say what you will about Dashboard's emotive fans (my two cents: they're dorks!), but singer Chris Carrabba has created a large-scale concert experience unlike virtually any other: He submerges himself in audience sing-along the way grunge frontdudes once dived into moshpits. And if you think lyrics like "your hair is everywhere" from "Screaming Infidelities" are too heavy, just consider the fact that he may well be singing about his cat, and we're projecting our romantic dysfunction onto him. THURSDAY AT 8, Bowery Ballroom, 6 Delancey Street, 212-533-2111; FRIDAY AT 8:30, Village Underground, 130 West 3rd Street, 212-777-7745; SATURDAY AT 9, Maxwell's, 1039 Washington Street, Hoboken, New Jersey, 201-653-1703; SUNDAY AT 8, Knitting Factory, 74 Leonard Street, 212-219-3006. (Catucci)

FM KNIVES+A-FRAMES+DAN MELCHIOR If the nasally giddy and glammy and gripping hyperpop on Useless & Modern by Sacramento's FM Knives had come out of Belfast in 1979, it might've beat the debut albums by the Stiff Little Fingers and Undertones, and definitely would've equaled the one by Starjets. Seattle's A-Frames, who Thurston Moore is a big fan of, and who sound like the early Stranglers imitating early Kraftwerk, do two-minute staccato science-punk with lightning bolts sticking out and words about atomic particles and electric eyes. Fourteenth Street curmudgeon Dan Melchior chronicles ladies' underwear and J.G. Ballard in rants that could pass for Mark E. Smith in a Mississippi Delta rest room. FRIDAY AT 8, Pianos, 158 Ludlow Street, 212-420-1466. (Eddy)

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