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MOVIE: The Warehouse Theater hosts its regular Washington Psychotronic Film Society screening tonight. This week's selection is 1961's The Curse of the Doll People, which concerns a group of men who are cursed by a voodoo priest and subsequently hunted by a band of murderous "doll men." 8 p.m., $2 suggested donation.
READING: Don't miss out on the Inkubator Festival before it wraps up on October 18. The festival highlights new plays from across the country at different stages of development. Tonight's reading is from Melissa Blackall, whose biting play, The F Word, is about America's obsession with the word fat. RSVP at reservations [at] inkwelltheatre.org, free with a suggested donation. At The Inkwell
MUSIC: At the 9:30 Club tonight, catch a late dance show featuring Dutch DJ duo Kraak and Smaak, which for what it’s worth, Perez Hilton described as, “Amy Winehouse meets Moby.” Fort Knox Five opens, doors 11 p.m., $15.
ART: View selected works by painter Joan Belmar in Migrations, a new exhibit at the Chilean Embassy. Opening reception starts at 6 p.m., RSVP to cultural [at] embassyofchile.org.
CLASSICAL: Take in a recital by French harpsichordist Blandine Rannou at La Maison Française. Rannou will play music by the Couperins, Forqueray, and Balbastre. Tickets: $20 (students, $15). 7:30 p.m.
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that picture looks like a rooftop scene out of mary poppins.
I had my chimney swept last week. I was looking forward to the little ragamuffins dancing and singing on my roof. Needless today, i was disapointed not to get as much as a single "'Alo Guv'na"
Pick your knees up! Step in time!
(most irritating song/dance sequence ever)
No, the most irritating is
The ol' bamboo, the ol' bamboo [mumble mumble mumble] the ol' bamboo.
Beg to differ, but "Step in Time" goes on WAAAY to f**king long. And it's just Dick van Dyke screeching the same f**king Cockney "step in time" lyric over and over and over again. "Pull your pants up! Step in time! Lower the toilet lid! Step in time!" At least "Me Old Bamboo" has a good beat and, I'll let you in on a little secret, it makes for some sweet-ass seduction music. No lie, G.I. Serenade her with "Me Old Bamboo" with your junk hanging out and a tiny pith helmet on your wang, and she'll go running for the boudoir like she's got a roman candle in her pants. That or she'll call the police. Either way, you're up for some hot Saturday night action.
Okay. You are right. I just glanced at it on Youtube. I got 30 secs in and realizd "Holy crap! This $hit goes on for 8 minutes?"
And this is just the kind of highbrow intellectual exchange I have come to expect on DCist.
dcist provides so many surprises in your basic day. god it's great to be back.
No...no...
*clamps hands over ears and bangs head against desk*
Nooooo! I'm going to be trying to get this song out of my head for days now.
Waitaminit. Coruscant doesn't have three suns. I call Photoshop.
That picture is making me panic ... I'm feeling nauseated and having shortness of breath, I've got a rapid heartbeat and I'm trembling. I'm riddled with anxiety and got dry mouth. OMG, I'm suffering from triskaidekaphobia!!
That's not what the guy with the 13-inch wang told me.
Don't pick on him, he's only 13!!!
What about Daniel Johnston performing tonight at the 9:30 Club?
i don't see what that has to do with dick van dyke in any way, shape, or form.
I think he brings up a valid point. People of a certain generation just can't relate to Dick van Dyke, delightful street urchins, or people bursting out into song. It's an issue of classism: most folks really have little social interaction with blue collar schmucks like chimney sweeps, the night soil man, or cockney flower girls selling bird seed for tuppence a bag. If they were to re-do the scene today, it would have to be some sort of nightmarish Kafkaesque dance number. Instead of smiling chimney sweeps you'd have DirecTV or Dish Network antenna installers but they'd be flying monkeys from Wizard of Oz and they'd be singing:
Chimp-chimpanee, chimp-chimpanee, chimp-chimp cheree! A monkey's as smelly as smelly can be!
Chimp-chimpanee, chimp-chimpanee, chimp-chimp cheroo! My poo will rub off if I shake hands with you!
Or light me a poot, and that's smelly, too!
And then they'd eat your face, put a match to their butt, and jet crazily off the roof laughing.
travis would be proud
if that was an emotion he could feel...