I will bang anything in tight pants and a wig. Yes! Finally, a reason to bust out your gold platforms and that wonderfully ugly, skin-tight polyester dress that’s been hidden in the back of your closet forever. Or maybe that mohair cat-suit you always knew would come in handy? Whatever

True: I like any place about 3x more than I normally would when there are free samples. But even if the friendly man behind the counter hadn’t offered me a piece of freshly-made Kalakand (a Pakistani sweet made of milk, rose, water and sugar) as soon as I walked in,

The Giant is asking Special Agent Dale Cooper to dance. So even if you’ve never seen an episode of a Twin Peaks, chances are you support the shows major themes. After all, who doesn’t love copious amounts of donut and cherry pie eating, teenage melodrama, big ass trees and pondering

Depending on your generation, Michael Showalter can mean different things. For those of us old enough to remember anti-establishment MTV, you may remember him bringing youthful, Monty-Python-style frenetic sketch comedy in The State. Then there are those who will best remember him as the sincere Coop from Wet Hot American

You’re probably already sick of reading about Noise Pop, so let’s talk instead about chocolate: currency, status symbol, and obesity propellent. But even milk chocolate has a dark side, which tonight’s FREE Kitchen Table Talks at Viracocha will spotlight. It’s hard to maintain one’s dignity while scarfing down Dove Promises,

I know I posted about a Noise Pop movie last week, but here’s another one for Thursday, February 24, at VIZ Cinema. And this time, you can win two FREE tickets! The Family Jams is a documentary about a 2004 music tour of three of freak-folk’s freakiest folks: SF’s own

Well, my fellow colleagues of the city’s gin bins, it’s happened again.  Another holiday season has come and gone and now we find ourselves in the always-pleasant slump that follows.  What to do?  Why drink, of course! Tonight come congratulate yourself on a job well done and one more year under your belt serving

We weren’t born into the broke-ass caste; the wealthy jerk class forced us into lives of penny-pinching and PBR. But you don’t have to take my word for it: Go see Charles Ferguson‘s Inside Job tonight at the Red Vic Movie House. This two-hour documentary by the older Brian Boitano