A parody of 50’s teen musicals. A cast that includes Johnny Depp, Iggy Pop, Ricki Lake and Patty Hearst. Two orphans with absurd backstories. Yep, only John Waters, in his infinite weirdo genius, could have pulled off Cry-Baby, screening on August 25 as part of the State Theater’s midnight films. Set in Baltimore, the leader of a teenage gang (Depp), whose ability to shed a single tear lands him all the girls, falls for a square, who ends up having more in common with him than it might seem. It’s campy, but wonderfully so, with Waters taking his swipes and further etching himself into history as a satirical mastermind. $10. 11:59pm. State Theater, 233 S. State St. 734-761-8667. www.michtheater.org/state
The beautiful thing about the kinds of songs that Tanager make are how layered they are… These are guitars that envelop you, drums that pull you, melodic phrases that levitate you (and no, I’m not on drugs as I write this)… Those ethereal traits have always distinguished a Tanager song, a hybrid of coarse distortion
It is heartrending to see that message, reverberated through the past and into the present. Cynics may be tempted to ask, “Have we really made any progress?”. Yet, above the calls of protest and activism, the gallery is also filled with silence, waiting for the viewer’s response to the question, “Will you change it?”
Flint’s story is essential to the film because it illustrates the power of greed and why corporate money has no place in government. Macroeconomics 101 tells us that corporations are beholden to one thing—their stockholders. Humans do not enter into this equation. How can you have a democracy for the people when corporate money runs the government? You can’t.
Following Dr. John Harvey Kellogg, a prodigious doctor whose ecstasy over medicine overshadowed his regard for those closest to him, and his striving younger brother W.K., who toiled unappreciated under his brother before setting off on his own to great fame and success.