Death and Fashion

ART
Art of the Catacomb

Death, life, ritual, individual identity within the broader scope of the human condition. What else is there to talk about? Feel like talking a bit? Maybe just sit and admire — sit, look, listen. Inspired in part by the Paris Catacombs, Art of the Catacomb, a collaborative project between Denise Rouleau and Mark Roberts, opens today. You’ll see various forms of work in all scales, from several inches to over eleven feet. Catacombs. Mummies. Clay. Sculptures. Labyrinth. Colors. Forms. A collection of images and idea with which we’re all seduced, a mission to inspire and haunt. This is some serious business. Don’t miss it. The exhibit opens today and runs through November 9th, but the opening reception is this Thursday, October 18th (6:30 p.m.).

Noon to 5 p.m., Nina Bliese Gallery, 225 S. Sixth St., Suite 100, Minneapolis; 612-332-2978.

MUSIC
Raise the Black Flag

Taunt me. Lose respect. I’m a sucker for Henry Rollins. (Am I dating myself?) He may be an aging fool at this point, but I love him. I had the rare pleasure of seeing him with his original band, Black Flag. (I say original, but in fact I don’t know that he wasn’t in 50 bands before this.) Oh, Black Flag: “Walking through a world of lies / With a heart made out of stone / I looked deep into my eyes / And I knew I was alone.” Fuckin’ Henry Rollins! Excuse the language, it may not bode well for certain email blockers, but… fuckin’ Henry Rollins! It’s appropriate here. “I try and try / but I can’t seem to pry my mind from the gutter / gutter brain pushin / FILTHY thoughts / dirty hands workin / diggin nails.” Oh, yeah. “Let your fingers do the walking. Let your fingers do the walking.” Sorry, I lose myself. Go if you like. I’d be a shame to miss it. I had the honor of seeing him again in the 80s, in New Haven, Connecticut, and hanging out with him a while after the show. And let me tell you — the man is unique. That’s all I can say. And that face, that hard face.

6 p.m., First Ave., 701 First Ave. N., Minneapolis; 612-332-1775; $22.

FILM
Devastatingly Empty, Handsomely Chic

How do I begin with the last shot of a movie? How can I not? The Passenger has the greatest last shot of any movie ever made. And this is the greatness of Antonioni — that in every film he makes you wander through the desert, groping desperately for any shred of hope for his characters, for you, sitting alone in the darkness of a movie theater, hoping for some divine answers to justify the pride of the characters on screen. And none ever come. No characters have ever looked so beautiful as they sink into the abyss of modern existence. With this film, Antonioni expresses everything you don’t think there’s enough room to say, everything festering inside you, every sharp instinct, retort, comeback, that ends up cloaked in a burlap coat of political correctness, sensitivity, and general consideration for human beings — everything you want to say, but are not allowed to. In L’Avventura, he disappears a woman and taunts us with a hope for answers, for a simple explanation for a disappearance. Fellini may have been the master of semi-surrealist, idiosyncratic, self-indulgent Italian cinema, but it was Antonioni who brought chic to existentialism. No one ever made existential angst look so good, so fashionable. This week began the Antonioni Tribute at the Oak Street. Don’t miss tonight’s showing of L’Avventura. Baby, if you can look so good, who cares that you’re nothing.

7 p.m. & 9:15 p.m., Oak Street Cinema, 309 Oak St. S.E., Minneapolis; $8 (seniors $6, members/students $5).

Please, Oh, Please, Don’t Let Them Take My Film Noir and Popcorn away!

The Parkway has a new look and feel. No more holes and stains on the screen. No more crappy mono sound. No more filthy seats and musty walls. No more of that “special” Parkway smell. Now it’s time to give the place a another chance and enjoy some of their fabulous film offerings. Tonight marks the beginning of their Monday film noir series. You can’t beat that! Femme fatals, dubious heroics, shadows and light, and fragmented images. Oh, my! Tonight’s kick-off features The Killing — with both Kiss Me Deadly and The Big Sleep coming down the road. Don’t miss these incredible classics. And please, people, come out and support these great efforts, otherwise we’ll keep losing classic cinema venues. And that would just be atrocious.

The Killing

Before Stanley Kubrick dedicated himself to creating “serious” films that viewed humanity with a cold, clinical eye, he made The Killing (1956), a tense little noir about a racetrack heist. Sterling Hayden stars as the mastermind who sets the pot to boiling, and leads a cast of some of the best character actors ever to crawl out from under Hollywood’s rocks. Elisha Cook Jr. plays a henpecked husband whose mouth is his undoing. Horse-faced Timothy Carey and pro wrestler Kola Kwariani are on hand to add some needed color. Pulp novelist Jim Thompson’s dialogue is a model of hardboiled efficiency. And Kubrick’s editing, which fixed the piece into a nonlinear maze, went on to influence a number of filmmakers, most notably Quentin Tarantino. –Peter Schilling Jr.

Parkway Theatre, 4814 Chicago Ave. S., Minneapolis; 612-822-3030; $6.

THEATER & PERFORMANCE
Dead City

What’s with the general death theme today. Well, we certainly are fascinated with it, and it is approaching All Hallows’ Eve. The Red Eye Theater opened its season this month with the Twin Cities premiere of Dead City, and tonight is the last pay-what-you-can show. It’s no surprise, with such a title, that the play is set in New York City. Don’t get me wrong. I love New York (and I don’t mean that lovely young lady on the reality TV show by the same name). Let’s just say if you can’t see it, then at least you understand it smells of death. Why see this play? It’s simple: It take place 100 years to the day after James Joyce’s Ulysses. How can one help but love Sheila Callaghan when she writes in relation to Joyce. What balls! What beauty! Someone give her my number.

7 p.m., Red Eye Theater, 15 W. 14th St., Minneapolis; 612-870-0309; pay-what-you-can.

SHOPPING
Sleek and Chic

OK. So what’s up with this? I received an email from Sepia saying, “Farewell to our Twin Cities friends.” What does this mean? Are they closing? Are they traveling? What’s up, folks? I have to admit, I haven’t made the necessary effort to get these questions answered, but I will tell you this: Go there today, and for the next couple of weeks, and you’ll get 30 to 50 percent off all their merchandise. As if that weren’t enough, you can enjoy the complimentary wine and hors d’oeuvres. Whatever it is, it sure feels like a celebration to me. Gotta love my people.

4-8 p.m., Sepia, 210 6th St. S.E., Suite 100, Minneapolis; 612-379-0309.