While the week between Christmas and New Year's is far from a dead zone for movies, most of the new fare that's going to be brought out before year's end has already come out, and those that the studios did save for Christmas day release look wholly uninteresting, from sequels to films that were horrible missteps to begin with, to overly earnest inspirational fare. Instead, we'll join the living in the past bandwagon and revisit our favorite big screen experiences of the past year. Much as we wouldn't mind going to the movies every day, life and work have an annoying habit of limiting just how much time can be spent in a darkened theater. Which, of course, means that it is (as always) highly subjective and hardly comprehensive. And don't let our failure to provide picks this week keep you out of the theater. In addition to all the great and funny stuff that's been coming out in recent weeks, the AFI's Rialto series continues with one of history's best heist movies, Rififi, and starts a Wes Anderson retrospective. And, there's a special midnight preview of P.T. Anderson's latest, There Will Be Blood, at Georgetown on Saturday. As of this writing, tickets are still available. more ›

MONDAY >> Were you out of town this weekend, wishing you were home soaking in the goodness that was the DAM! Festival? Fear not. Tonight there is one more show, and it happens to be the festival's biggest. The chanteuse to give all other indie chanteuses a run for their money, Cat Power, is taking the 9:30 Club stage with the Dirty Delta Blues, and a little help from openers Childballads. $25 or your... more ›

Texas is thawing, the Northeast is freezing, and a sort of natural order seems almost restored to the Ist-A-Verse. Almost. Londonist HQ—that is to say, the city of London—was battered by heavy winds, making it a bad time to be a twelve-meter (nearly forty-foot) tall snowman. Still, not everyone decided to keep warmly covered. Meanwhile, back indoors, the Big Brother racism is now causing all kinds of headaches for international diplomats, and Londonist got into... more ›

Along with ripped jeans and an appetite for destruction, a roguish stage name is a prerequisite for membership in a punk band. There’s Iggy Pop, Sid Vicious, and the frontmen for the four acts playing at the Rock and Roll Hotel on Sunday: Andy Vandal from The Riptides, not to be confused with Conley Chlamydia of The RipOuts. Then there’s Haircut (of The Heart Attacks), and Joe Queer (of The Queers). more ›

MONDAY: >>Lucinda Williams brings her raspy voice to the D.C. tonight. Her Tom Petty-inspired brand of roots rock can be heard on her latest album, Live At The Fillmore. Or you can catch the real thing tonight at the 9:30 Club. $35, 7:30. >>Grab your Coke, gel your hair, and spend the evening with the man who made teenagers and soccer moms wear out their voting fingers in 2003. Clay Aiken at Wolf Trap, $25... more ›