At 8, Saturday at 2 and 8, Sunday at 3, and February 3 through 5, New York State Theater, Lincoln Center, Columbus Avenue and 63rd Street, 212.307.4100



E.A. Dupont maneuvers his trademark mobile camera around a tawdry showbiz triangle: The proprietor of the deco Club Piccadilly dumps his resident jazz baby to pursue Anna May Wong's slum goddess. She's sensationally expressive and so is this magnificently restored movie—evidence of silent cinema at its aborted peak and Wong's frustrated potential to have been among its greatest stars. HOBERMAN

Today through January 29, Anthology Film Archives, 32 Second Avenue, 212.505.5181



Maiden are like, fuckin' cool . . . (snort). They indeed are back—and on fire! Last year's MSG metal extravaganza with Dio and Motörhead was a time warp to their halcyon days. The primo Piece of Mind-era lineup, the trademark anthemic gallops and multiple-guitar attack (the addition of gangly hotdogger Jens makes three), and all the headbanging classics, plus several hard-hitters from the recent Dance of Death. Amen. With Arch Enemy. BOSLER

Tonight, Saturday, Monday, and Tuesday at 6:30, Hammerstein Ballroom, 311 West 34th Street, 212.485.1534


Finally one of those "Free (fill in the blank)!" campaigns worked. After getting detained by the INS and ultimately set free after over a year in the clink (by failed Clinton appointee Kimba Wood), Slick Rick has reemerged lighter in the belly and itching to rhyme. This is his first official comeback performance, so expect the coals to be simmering hot. With Morningwood, the accidental opener, and an after-party by the seemingly ubiquitous Hollertronix. CARAMANICA

At 9, Knitting Factory, 74 Leonard Street, 212.219.3006





Soft Skull presents a release party for Greenman's Superworse, the "remix" of his 2001 collection Superbad. Superbad was subtitled "Stories and Pieces," whereas Superworse is billed as a novel, but both feature tight, clever, poignant pieces such as "What 100 People, Real and Fake, Believe About Dolores" ("Captain Ahab: That he would have liked to meet her") and "Sometree/Anytree" (in which a tree discovers the pain of love). Rees is the clip-art auteur of Get Your War On and My New Fighting Technique Is Unstoppable. GRINSPAN

At 7, Bowery Poetry Club, 308 Bowery, 212.614.0505


Poet and translator Hofer is joined by "negative anthropologist" Kunin, whose forthcoming chapbook, The Sore Throat, translates Maurice Maeterlinck's Pelléas et Mélisande using only a 200-word vocabulary. How did he pick those words? It's complicated and involves "ambient language" and a self-devised "binary hand-alphabet." The result? Language like a caged beast—by turns funny, irreligious, implosive, always threatening—that hits visceral paydirt with unexpected precision: "It is hard to hear the voice of god;/It seems so narrow now." REIDY

At 4, Bowery Poetry Club, 308 Bowery, 212.614.0505



These prog-metal-leaning but mysteriously emo-identified Baltimore art-rock missing links between fish and amphibians have been recording steadily since 1990, and their two most recent albums—2000's Necrophones and 2003's Love Is Love—sound a whole lot more like Rush than like Dashboard Confessional. They look somewhat like lumberjacks, and the singer is a poet whose words suggest a kind of liberation theology. Heavy, beautiful, weirdly optimistic. With Beauty Pill. EDDY

At 9, Knitting Factory, 74 Leonard Street, 212.219.3006

OLD 97'S

The bad news is that their major label finally dropped them. The good news is that transplanted New Yorker Rhett Miller is playing with his Dallas buddies. Not that he doesn't loosen up with a backing band. But with this unit his dynamic, recognizable songs take off. CHRISTGAU

Tonight and Sunday at 9, Bowery Ballroom, 6 Delancey Street, 212.533.2111


They're local if Secaucus is local, but their drummer lives in South Jersey, which further limits this veteran band's gigging opportunities. Drummerless at the Bowery, they were impressive—all three could sing. In Jersey they'll rock too. And they're coming off the best album of their lives—so far. They feel old, they say. But they also have plenty to prove. With True Love and the Rules. CHRISTGAU

At 9:30, Maxwell's, 1039 Washington Street, Hoboken, New Jersey, 201.653.1703



In 1960, Garson Kanin adapted Felicien Marceau's Paris hit about a girl's rise from young coquette to grande cocotte, as a vehicle for his wife, Ruth Gordon, but the vehicle somehow got damaged in transit. The Actors Company Theatre (TACT) takes it for another spin with this staged reading, directed by Kyle Fabel, in which Delphi Harrington and Simon Jones figure prominently. FEINGOLD

Through Monday, Florence Gould Hall, 55 East 59th Street, 212.307.4100






The chef d'oeuvre of Vienna-based mixed-media artist Valie Export is one of the richest avant-garde features of the '70s, a feminist reworking of Invasion of the Body Snatchers. Export's rambunctious idea-fest staggers under the weight of its assembled gags, digressions, and visual bits of business but prevails with a winning combination of sexual frankness and visual wit. HOBERMAN

At 7, Ocularis, 70 North 6th Street, Brooklyn, 718.782.5188






Fort Thunder transplanted Pink and Brownster John Dwyer as Frisco's answer to Pussy Galore; i.e., shit-fidelity no-wave Cramps muffle not quite back from the grave. Despite hiding six feet under, his songs quite often feel (and even rock) like songs. The rumbling new Bangers & Fuckers includes a killer take on Alice Cooper's "Muscle of Love." EDDY

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