When the guy who wrote the best graphic novel of 2009 (David Mazzucchelli, author of Asterios Polyp) calls you "the future of comics," you're doing something really right. And in fact, Dash Shaw does everything right in Bodyworld, an ultra-stylish, suburban sci-fi epic that follows botanist/experimental-drug addict Paulie Panther on both a physical and psychedelic trip through a town called Boney Borough in the year 2060. Bodyworld is Blade Runner meets The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test, and it's addictive.
The always-excellent ritual of self-humiliation, in which adults read the profoundly embarrassing journals, letters, poems and lyrics they wrote as tortured, mostly nerdy adolescents to the sympathetic jeering of the crowd.
Third Rail Rep ends its season with a big event: a new play by hotshot dramatist Craig Wright written explicitly for the women of the ensemble.
[SCREEN] PULP FICTION (35 mm)
Zed's dead, baby. Zed's dead. 5th Avenue Cinema, 510 SW Hall St., 725-3551. 7 and 10 pm Friday-Saturday, 3 pm Sunday. $2-$3.
Los Angeles' Murs is such a good rapper that he made up a word for the title of his new album: Fornever. Try playing that one on Facebook Scrabble! Hawthorne Theatre, 1507 SE 39th Ave., 233-7100. 9 pm. $15. All ages.
Portland's giant craft explosion hits the Convention Center once again with more than 200 quality Northwest artists (and a few potential Regretsy showstoppers).
Hear that noise? That's the sound of Typhoon's 13 members—and everyone in the freaking audience—singing along to some of the most joyous, uplifting music to come out of Portland in a long time. Backspace, 115 NW 5th Ave., 248-2900. 6 pm. $5. All ages.
One of Brooklyn's most hyped bands makes its Portland debut with a set of heartbreaking chamber-pop songs.