Murakami at Brooklyn Museum

“My art is not Pop Art. It is a record of the struggle of the discriminated people,” says Japanese artist Takashi Murakami. Good to know, although we’re not sure how that helps explain his sculpture My Lonesome Cowboy, an anime-looking boy ejaculating sperm into the air like a lasso. Welcoming more than 90 pieces of Murakami’s art—from deviant sculptures to cute creatures in his signature Superflat style—the Brooklyn Museum pulls out all the stops with a Japanese art/pop culture fest at its First Saturday soiree. Come dressed as your favorite anime or manga character while dancing to the jams of Japan’s top DJ, drawing caricatures of yourself, and exploring anime classics and docs. At 5, 200 Eastern Parkway, 718-783-6501, free ($5 to see exhibit)




Talk? No, we expect you to watch

Sure, the new Bond, Daniel Craig, revived the franchise in a big way recently, but we all know that the most iconic movie in the series—the one that set all the standards, from the theme music to the deadly toys—is still the best: Goldfinger. Join James Bond, Pussy Galore, Oddjob, and the rest of the crew as Auric Goldfinger attempts to destroy the American economy by nuking Fort Knox. (These days, he would have just peddled subprime mortgages to the investment banks.) And stick around to see how it all got started back in 1962 with the very first movie of the Bond series, Dr. No. Two films for the price of one? Now that’s a way to beat the bad economy. At 1, 5:15, and 9:30, Film Forum, 209 West Houston Street, 212-727-8110, $11




Ivy Leaguer sings his way to stardom

A musician on the verge, Novice Theory (a/k/a Geo Wyeth) materialized suddenly on the downtown music scene a year ago, with appearances at Weimar New York and the Tingel Tangel Club, and his skills have kept him there credibly. In his first full-length show as a headliner, the trans female-to-male pianist, singer, and accordionist takes the stage at Joe’s Pub, proving that brains come before a beautiful voice: The Yale grad actually wrote his thesis on the Pub’s namesake, Joseph Papp. Wyeth sings his deeply emotional numbers with a unique, soulful voice, and the haunting “At the End We Listen” is destined to carry him smoothly on toward breakout stardom. At 9:30, Joe’s Pub, 425 Lafayette Street, 212-967-7555,, $12