Zinester Marya Errin Jones teaches us how to say the word, and invites everyone to party down tomorrow, Dia de los Zines!
The Killer Angels’ last weekend
John Maio Photography
House theatre reviewer Leigh Hile digs into the sprawling historical dramatization of the Battle of Gettysburg. The play is perfect for history buffs, Hile writes, and will be at The Filling Station through Sunday.
The Killer Angels
Runs through Sept. 30
Thursday and Friday at 8 p.m.
Saturday at 6 p.m.
Sunday at 2 p.m.
The Filling Station
1024 Fourth Street SW
Tickets: $18 general admission, $12 students and seniors, $10 for all Thursday shows
Fusion in Santa Fe tonight
Fusion Theatre Company’s venturing beyond its home venue—The Cell in Albuquerque—to perform Other Desert Cities for our neighbors to the north this evening at The Lensic. Alibi reviewer Leigh Hile gave the production high praise, saying the acting is some of the finest she’s seen in the 505.
Danny Skinz work in progress
Operation Art Box update
2012 Art Boxer and internationally renowned muralist Danny Skinz actually disassembled his Weekly Alibi newspaper box and bolted three sides of it to a wall, creating ready made detail panels that will also stand alone as one piece -if he ever gets the box back together.
Seriously though, look for Danny's piece as well as eleven other brilliantly modified Alibi boxes at Boro Gallery next month, where there will also be a month long group show (opening Friday September 7th) featuring non-circulation themed work by 2012 Art Boxers.
All hail the bard
Photos by Alan Mitchell
The Vortex Theatre is on its last weekend of shows in its last installment of the Will Power series—a run of Shakespearean productions. Leigh Hile reviewed The Winter’s Tale in this week’s Alibi. Check out her write-up to see why this might be one of the best slices of Shakespeare you’ll catch this year. Then head to one of the remaining three performances, including tonight’s at 7:30 p.m.
A toast to the end of the world
Or why getting drunk in the postapocalyptic landscape is the thing to do
John Bear reviewed Peter Heller's postapocalyptic novel The Dog Stars in this week's issue. It got me thinking about what life would be like if everything went to shit. Actually, it got me thinking about all the things I would enjoy doing if there were some sort of cataclysmic event that wiped out most of the population—be it the coming zombie apocalypse, the also-plausible vampire apocalypse, or any of the doomsday scenarios that religious zealots spew forth every year.
To answer this question, I decided to consult a few of my favorite films and novels that deal in such grim matter.
And the realization that I came to is this: I'd get drunk.
That's right, if the world ended, everyone I knew and cared about was wiped out, and I had to spend my days raiding zombie-infested grocery stores with eerily flickering fluorescent lights, armed with a sawed-off—all in the name of scrounging up some Chef Boyardee and Twinkies—I'd probably come home in the evening to a nice fifth of $500 bourbon.
If you need proof that this is probably what you would do too, let us turn to a couple primary sources.
First off, there's Richard Matheson's brilliant 1954 novel, I Am Legend. You are most likely familiar with this work via the Charlton Heston flick or that Will Smith one that included some of the worst CGI of the 21st century.
If you haven't read Matheson's book, I advise you to do so. The protagonist, Robert Neville, basically goes around killing the shit out of vampires and then ... you guessed it, getting hammered. It's one of the most entertaining books I've ever read.
Moving on, there's that great scene in George Romero's Dawn of the Dead where some folks hole-up in a shopping mall to get away from the zombie hordes. And what do they do? Raid the mall's liquor store and get schnockered on high-end booze.
Exhibit C: When the world is ravaged by crazies infected with some sort of ape rabies in 28 Days Later, Brendan Gleeson's character grabs as much fine Scotch as his shopping cart can handle whilst on a scavenging run. He then proceeds to drink it.
Getting back to Peter Heller's book, all I know about its protagonist's tastes for liquids is that he drinks Coke. I already don't trust him.
Psycho killer ...
Qu'est-ce que c'est?
There was a strange point in my adolescence where a friend and I had an obsession with the Psycho movie series. Series, you ask? Yep, 23 years after the Hitchcock classic came out, a low-budget sequel was released (and then a few more). What kept it interesting was that Anthony Perkins (aka Norman Bates) had stayed on board.
Anthony Perkins was a weird guy. Either that, or he was just really good at playing one. More than being just a perverted, serial-killing momma’s boy, Psycho II introduced us to Bates’ penchant for whole milk. It was a fucked up movie.
But according to John Bear, it was no less misguided than Manuel Muñoz’ What You See in the Dark, a book about the making of Psycho, which Bear reviewed for this week’s Arts section.