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Next to “how can I get laid in a way I like to get laid?” and “is this dying thing going to suck as much as I think it is?,” the Biggest of the Big Questions that art is out to answer is “How much land does a man really need, and why can’t it just be a little more than that?” Continue reading
Babies. Or, more precisely, children, we love them. If you happen to have one, break out the stroller. Compagnia TPO’s Farfalle is a whimsical, enrapturing time for the whole family. Consider its centerpiece, the CCC (“Children Cheering Carpet”), which is some kind of sensor-covered floor covering that pulses and glows to your kids’ interactions. Farfalle means “Butterfly” so if you don’t like those terrors of the sky, be careful of going anywhere near the Black Box Theatre at the Paramount Center. But bring the babies. Lots of ‘em.
[Tue 5.10.11. 560 Washington St., Boston. 617.824.8000. Tue-Thu 4pm, weekend times vary/$35 Sat & Sun, $25 weekdays. Until Sun 5.15.11. celebrityseries.org]
Before we proceed with this write-up, we’d like to extend a word of caution to our readers in Art school that the likelihood of their totally freaking the fuck out about what’s coming up in bold is pretty much guaranteed. So please, Art students: make whatever freak-fucking precautions available to you before continuing. Ahem. So, apparently, back in ’67, Andy Warhol recorded concert footage of The Velvet Underground playing at legendary local venue the Boston Tea Party, and now, over 40 years later, the restored print will be shown at The Paramount Theater. See? We told you! Look at the fuck just freaking everywhere.
[Sat 4.16.11. 559 Washington St., Boston. 617.824.8000. 8pm/$10, $7.50 members, $5 students. artsemerson.org]
The following is a Dig public service announcement: Do to its infamously high zaniness quotient and technicolor hijinx, you may be tempted to augment the viewing experience of Paramount Theatre’s screening of childhood staple Muppets Take Manhattan with a mild psychotropic drug. Don’t. Just don’t. We don’t care what that guy in the faded Rush sweatshirt told you at the art gallery last week. You will be freaking the fuck out. This movie is literally nothing but talking animals and famous dead people. That’s trippy enough. You don’t trip a trip. And that’s … knowledge to build on. DIG!
[Sat. 3.5.11. 559 Washington St., Boston. 617.824.8000. 2pm/all ages/$10, $5 students. artsemerson.org]
Spoiler Alert: Charlotte’s Web will make you cry like a bitch. We’re talking buckets. Weepin’ like there’s something in your eye that you’ll never, ever be able to get out. Torrents of tears, like somebody put together a supercut of Brian’s Song, Dancer in the Dark and Armageddon. … What? Armageddon was hella sad! Bruce Willis loved his daughter so much, he punched Matt Damon and exploded. Fine, it’s like a mashup of The Notebook and Toy Story 3, whatever. Clear out your sinuses at the Paramount Theatre, then go sobbing into your bacon. Wait, bacon? Wilbur, noooo!
[Sat. 2.26.11. 559 Washington St., Boston. 617.824.8000. 2pm/all ages/$10, $5 students. artsemerson.org]