Friday, April 15
The dour souls behind www.thatsucks.net headline their Web site with a quote attributed to one Sir Isuck Newton: "If the world didn't suck we'd all fall off." It goes on to bemoan the fact that, for starters, ten out of ten people die. (And you will be in the losing study group.) And it's more than likely, they say, that your boss is breathtakingly stupid and takes credit for your best work; that your co-workers are professionally inept and socially repugnant; that your family is a stunning collection of ill-tempered, dimwitted misfits, psychos and felons; and that, while you're getting older and sicker, your medical insurance flat-out sucks. These plucky pessimists don't just give you a Web site to celebrate life's failures, however; they've also created a whole rotten day. National That Sucks Day, which appropriately shares its space on the calendar with tax day and the anniversary of the Titanic's demise, gives you license to be as grumpy and petulant as you want for 24 solid hours. What -- you had something better to do? We didn't think so.
Saturday, April 16
The latest installment in a series of collaborative video exhibitions curated by Daven Gee, Rebecca Dolan and Barry Anderson, Time:base: behavior, opened last night as part of Urban Culture Project's Third Fridays. In conjunction with the ninth annual KC Filmmakers Jubilee, this round's offerings include a sidebar of recent work by George Kuchar -- "a national treasure," says Gee, and one of the world's most prolific and daring filmmakers. Kuchar, like many, got his start with an 8 mm camera at the age of 12, using friends as actors, dime-store finds as props and empty rooms as sets. He's now a professor at the San Francisco Art Institute. His eight shorts, on display until May 21, sound awfully randy -- "Lumps of Joy" conflates a life-size cardboard Marilyn Monroe with giant pot-stickers, "Bay City Detours" leads to an old-folks lust-fest, and "Dreamboat" sets sail with popsicles in bed and a rooftop pie fight. Kuchar, along with Matthew Borolo and Drew Bolton, gives an artist's talk at 2 p.m. today at the Boley Building (1130 Walnut). Call 816-221-5115 for information.
The highly anticipated documentary that details the legacy of the most famous porn flick-cum-cultural phenomenon ever has finally made it to Kansas City. Page Six fodder for months now, with Legs McNeil accusing directors Fenton Bailey and Randy Barbato of ripping off his 2001 Court TV miniseries Adults Only: The Secret History of the Other Hollywood, Inside Deep Throat opened Friday at the Screenland Theatre (1656 Washington). McNeil, whose interview with Linda Lovelace is excerpted in the doc, was quoted in the Post's infamous gossip column as saying that the filmmakers "made a shitty movie." He went on to say, "Those two gay guys are so smug.... They're the reason why porn people think Hollywood is so sleazy." We didn't realize the porn industry considered anyone sleazy. Call 816-421-2900 for ticket prices and show times.
Monday, April 18
Midwest native Lily Tomlin headlines this year's gala for the Kansas City Repertory Theatre tonight, and we're assuming that the award-winning performer must be a big draw for KC cash cows -- tickets are $150 a person. We've seen Big Business more times than we'd probably like to admit, but jeez. Those are some serious Tomlin fans (or, um, people just really dedicated to advancing the culture of our city). The show starts at 7 p.m. at the Folly Theater (300 West 12th Street), and there's a preperformance reception at 6. Call 816-235-5420 for reservations or more information.
Tuesday, April 19
Indian cuisine is notorious for its aphrodisiac properties. Zoe LaGrece knows that already, but she's willing to share her wealth of knowledge for those who are, you know, feeling amorous. For her class East Indian Delight (6 to 8 tonight, $24; call 816-235-1448 to register), she'll teach students how to prepare rasam (spicy lentil soup), biryani (a layered basmati), flavorful vegetables with saffron rice, chutney, pakoras and raita. Press materials promise that students will then "dim the lights and experience another land." If the land of the Westport Roanoke Community Center (3601 Roanoke) isn't exactly the terrain you had in mind, re-enact the menu in the privacy of your own home. Please.
Wednesday, April 20
If National That Sucks Day makes us too crabby to leave the house on Friday, we'll check out the exhibit that opened from 5:30 to 7:30 p.m. that night at the Kemper Museum of Contemporary Art. Naomi Fisher: Clear Cut shows the Miami-based artist's unsettling images of heroines we find totally admirable -- high-fashion seductresses who often wield knives -- in Starburst palettes of red, pink, orange and yellow. The museum's press materials describe her sexually charged drawings and photographs as creations in which "tropical landscape, decorative pattern and fairytale figures collide in nightmarish scenarios." We won't catch Fisher herself, who was in town for the show's opening, but we'll find her "ladies" (as she calls them) at the museum (4420 Warwick, 816-753-5784) from 10 a.m. to 4 p.m. today.