Saturday 8/12



Reel Time
Expect the unexpected at Home Movie Day

“One guy showed his circumcision film,” says Andrew Lampert, an organizer of the Fourth Annual Home Movie Day, which invites anyone—exhibitionists, vacationers, cineastes, voyeurs—to screen up to two of their 8mm, Super-8, or 16mm films (no videos) at Anthology Film Archives. “My favorite was from a man who ran a button shop on St. Marks in the ’60s,” says Lampert. “He was a conservative homosexual who sold things to hippies. He had all this footage of the Be-In of 1967, and talked about how Abbie Hoffman and Jerry Rubin would send yippies into his shop to steal buttons—he was still so bitter, it was great.” As for what to expect this year, he says, “Just as often as you get the family going to Disney World, you get all of these latent experimental movies—they might as well be Stan Brakhage films.” From 1 to 5, Anthology Film Archives, 32 Second Avenue, 212-505-5181, $5 KEN SWITZER


Young Loud and Snotty
Never-before-seen punk rock photos

At age 13, instead of staying home to watch Mork & Mindy, a wide-eyed John Santanello was hanging out at CBGB, Trax, and other clubs, documenting New York’s thriving punk rock scene. All of the color photographs in his exhibit Relapse were taken between 1978 and 1979, and many are large format and larger-than-life. Backlit in red, Joey Ramone looks like a giant, demonic god. Stiv Bators of the Dead Boys, caught writhing on his belly, eating the mic, never appeared more tortured. This is the last show presented by the daring Dollhaus Art Gallery (they handed over their space to jewelry store Bittersweets). Don’t miss it. From noon to 8, Wednesday to Sunday, through September 29, Bittersweets, 37 Broadway, Brooklyn, 718-218-8595, free KEN SWITZER


Village People
Nighttime scavenger hunt exhumes the dead

As the rising moon casts a pall over the Village, witness Jack Kerouac’s spirit lurking around Chumley’s, one of the writer’s favorite haunts, on Bedford Street. The Ghosts of Greenwich Village Scavenger Hunt dusts off some of the nabe’s famous dead people for a two-and-a-half-hour walking tour of the macabre. Literary and history buffs meet up at Washington Square Park, formerly used as a potter’s field, where the unwanted dead were buried in the 19th century. Other stops include Gay Street, where the ghost of corrupt mayor Jimmy Walker (1881–1946), charged with accepting thousands of dollars in kickbacks, still lurks, and the Cherry Lane Theatre, where The Legend of Sleepy Hollow‘s Washington Irving has been spotted. If you see any pale, rail-thin goth kids along the way, try not to mistake them for the undead. At 7, northwest corner of Washington Square Park, 877-9-GO-HUNT, $20 (tickets must be purchased in advance) KEISHA FRANKLIN


Smooth Sailing
Races carry on an ancient Chinese tradition

Celebrating the Chinese poet Qu Yuan, who drowned himself in 278 B.C. as a protest against the government, the 16th Annual Hong Kong Dragon Boat Festival is like a Chinese New Year redux, but with booming drums, adrenaline-pumping races, and elaborately decorated boats that gracefully cut through the tranquil waters of Meadow Lake in Queens. This year’s festival is the largest ever, with 130 teams battling it out for a piece of the $15,000 in cash prizes. Races are 250, 500, and 1,000 meters long, with about 18 paddlers per boat rowing in sync to the steady rhythm of the onboard drummer. Martial arts demonstrations, a dumpling-eating contest, traditional Chinese craft tents, and musical performances provide the onshore entertainment. From 9 a.m. to 6 p.m. (rain or shine) today and tomorrow, Meadow Lake, Flushing Meadows–Corona Park, Queens, 718-767-1776,, free ANGELA ASHMAN


Sleaze, Please
Seattle’s Circus Contraption is back, and with puppet fetuses

Calling all explorers, all observers of the weird! The circus, that Janus-faced purveyor of sweetmeats, is back in town with a show so stupendous, well, hell, you ain’t seen nothin’ like it . . . Circus Contraption, Seattle’s foremost concatenation of aerialists, jugglers, trapeze artists, and the most stupefying display of human talent ever presented onstage since the last time these folks toured New York, is about to resurrect its mad conflation of virtue and vice and everything nice at the Theater for the New City. These sleazeballs, er, slick dolls, from the West now present the “Grand American Traveling Dime Museum,” a multilevel fantasia of singing puppet fetuses, klezmerical musicianship, and flights of fancy so realistic, you just might leave the theater as a reborn sucker. The Dime Museum, popularized by P.T. Barnum, was a late-19th-century alternative to dance halls and saloons, and accordingly, mixed in some heady “family values” with its sensuous delights. Tipplers are advised to pay close attention to aerial act “Drunkard’s Dream”—you may never drink and dream again. Through September 23, Theater for the New City, 155 First Avenue, 212-352-3101, $15–$30 ALEXIS SOTTILE

Queen Latifah may have gone Hollywood, but she’s still the same girl from around the way who made it clear early on that she wasn’t no bitch. Her no-bullshit rhymes kept her from receding alongside other female rappers marginalized throughout hip-hop’s history. Tonight, the powerhouse stops by Brooklyn with sly chanteuse Erykah Badu and the softly poetic Jill Scott as a part of the Sugar Water Festival. Hopefully, the Queen will be “feeling good today” and take us down memory lane with her shout-out to the ‘hood “Just Another Day.” At 7, Prospect Park Bandshell, 9th Street and Prospect Park West, Brooklyn, 718-855-7882, $45–$70 KEISHA FRANKLIN