Friday, March 14
The Grand Budapest Hotel
[MOVIES] Holy crap! Wes Anderson! Mania and bereavement, flimflam and dignity. See here for review
involving cologne, sadness and pink-frosted castles. Cinema 21, 616 NW 21st Ave., 223-4515, cinema21.com. Daily pm showings 12:00, 12:30, 2:15, 2:45, 4:30, 5:00, 7:00, 7:30, 9:15, 9:30, plus late shows Fri-Sat at 11:15.
[THEATER] Bag & Baggage's Lear is a stripped-down, corseted-up retelling of Shakespeare’s
tragedy. “This ain’t your
grandmother’s King Lear,” and art director Scott Palmer, and he wasn’t kidding. In Palmer’s adaptation, there’s no mention of Edgar,
Edmund, Kent or Gloucester. Five actors handle the whole story, which
focuses on Lear’s complicated love for his three daughters, Regan, Goneril
and Cordelia. This production drops the political for the personal, and the
results are often stunning. The costumes are steampunk Elizabethan, and
the gorgeous (and sometimes needlessly distracting) lighting design is a
scrim-lover’s wet dream. Given that King Lear is a sprawling and complicated mess-terpiece,
trimming it down to its essentials makes good sense. In this case, it also makes great theater. DEBORAH KENNEDY.
The Venetian Theatre, 253 E Main St., Hillsboro,
345-9590. 7:30 pm Thursdays-Saturdays and 2 pm Sundays through
March 23. $20-$30.
[DANCE] Dressed like a circuit-party alien in
silver lycra and feathers, Peruvian
dancer Luciana Proaño loosely
embodies the life cycle of an insect.
The solo piece, first performed in
2001, is set to Stravinsky’s Rite of
Spring, a popular piece with dance
artists, but one with which Proaño
has a long relationship—as a child,
her father always wanted her to
dance to it. It’s inspiring, too, of
course: the apparent chaos, the
dissonance and multiplication of
rhythms. Likewise, she says she’s
always felt very close to insects
(insects and birds, actually). “I guess
being an insect is my way of transcending
and transgressing the
human condition,” she says. Studio
14, 333 NE Hancock St., 971-275-
0595. 8 pm Fridays March 14-28 and
April 11-25. $10-$15.
[OLD TIME MUSIC] Last month
we said goodbye to Dean’s
Scene, the local speakeasy that
became a little bit too popular
for the Oregon Liquor Control
Commission’s liking. But another
fixture of Prohibition America is
still alive and well in Portland.
And plus, it’s totally legal. I’m
talking about jug-band music,
of course. Jugapalooza will be a
meeting of, well, jugs, but also
plenty of string instruments,
kazoos and washboards. Local
acts Smut City Jellyroll Society,
How Long Jug Band, Tevis Hodge
Jr., Blue Flags and Black Grass,
Zach Bryson and His Natural
Born Easemen, and the Jug Band
Jammers will share the stage in
a nod to feel-good Americana.
GRACE STAINBACK. Secret
Society Ballroom, 116 NE Russell
St., 493-3600. 9 pm. $10. 21+.
Saturday, March 15
PSU Saturday Farmers Market
[FOOOOOOOD] Dude. Springtime. It’s back. Don’t
let the wind and rain and falling
trees and general awfulness of the
sky fool you. A hundred stalls of
farm stuff and foodstuff and libationary
stuff from eggs to veggies
to fish to pickles to wine to cheese
to bread. Get out that basket
you’ve been weaving all winter and
get to crackin’ those fresh nuts.
And for Pete’s sake, stop shivering.
Portland State University Farmers
Market, Southwest Park Avenue
and Montgomery Street. 8 am.
Ryan Reggiani: Sculpture
[ART] New York City artist Ryan Reggiani
presents one of the most materially
and conceptually sophisticated
exhibitions seen in the Northwest in
at least four months. His sculpture,
Untitled (Hanging), is made of steel
bent into the contours of a curtain,
for an inexplicable optical melding
of the hard and the soft. Meanwhile,
his metal-framed light-bulb sculptures
have structural rigor, lowbrow
curb appeal and wry humor. And
that’s just the beginning. To see the
breadth of Reggiani’s practice, you
have to see the show in person.
Through March 29. Hap Gallery, 916
NW Flanders St., 444-7101.
Stephen Malkmus & the Jicks
[MUSIC] Wig Out at Jagbags, the
newest album from indie-rock’s
favorite fantasy-sports nerd, finds
the 47-year-old slacker icon embracing
his dorkiness, singing about
cinnamon, Tennyson, venison and
obscure NBA players, while ditching
the extended classic-rock jams
of past Jicks records for hummable
melodies and a lovable brand of
white-boy soul. Star Theater, 13 NW
6th Ave., 345-7892. 9 pm. $24. 21+
XRAY.FM Launch Party
[MUSIC] Several years in the
making, Portland free-form radio
station KXRY is finally hitting terrestrial
airwaves, and it’s celebrating
with two of Portland’s best bands:
local soul legend Ural Thomas and
the Pain and rock-’n’-roll adventurers
Old Light. Mississippi Studios,
3939 N Mississippi Ave., 288-3895.
9 pm. $15-$30 sliding scale. 21+.
Buffy! A Parody Play
[COMEDY/THEATER] If the smell of county-fair corn dogs
isn’t a dead giveaway, then consider
this fair warning: Buffy! A Parody Play
is not a highbrow evening at the theatah. This Funhouse Lounge production
is more like an R-rated carnival ride
funded by Mel Brooks on food stamps.
Whereas the original 1992 film could
never quite tell whether it was playing
the joke on itself, this version takes
the inherent corniness to town, crowns
it and proclaims it king. Punches
are met with mistimed “pow” sound
effects, like an audible comic book.
Gymnastics are replaced with stagehands
flipping cardboard cutouts of
the actors. In this case, self-awareness
is certainly a boon. Landy Steckman’s
turn as Buffy comes with the perfect
amount of valley-girl cheese, stuffed
with enough shrill lines like “That’s so
fetch!” and “As if!” to fill Venice Beach.
If only the parody portion of the play
were similarly robust. With just a few
ad-libs and a Twilight reference to distance
itself from the original screenplay,
Buffy! A Director’s Cut might
have been a more appropriate title.
But to complain that this parody lacks
originality is like bemoaning a corn
dog for being too greasy. ANDREW
STEINBEISER. Funhouse Lounge,
2432 SE 11th Ave., 841-6734. 7 pm
Thursdays-Saturdays through March
Sunday, March 16
[BOXING] Americans and Irishmen
beat the tar out of each other at
an Irish pub for St. Patrick’s Day.
Except this time, they’re sober.
Amateur boxing bouts between the
West Portland Boxing Club and the
Holy Family Boxing club of Ireland.
Black-ties own the tables by the
ropes, but you can stand in the
peanut gallery. Kells Irish Pub, 112
SW Second Ave., 227-4057, kellsirish.com
. 5 pm. $20 general
[MUSIC/PERFORMANCE] This is the strip-club event that people who don’t go to strip clubs always tell you they’ve been meaning to attend: You perform your karaoke, while the dancer does her own set on the same stage. But please! Do not get carried away and think the high note on “Don’t Stop Believin’” is a good time to grab the dancer on any part of her body, including the pinkie. Because it is not. Devils Point, 5305 SE Foster Rd., 774-4513. For a special strip club night for every single day of the week, see here. For our just-minted guide to local strip clubs and culture, go here.
[ROCK] The members of Portland pop-punk band the
Cry live and breathe rock ’n’ roll, and you can
tell just by looking at them. The group’s songs are rich in three-part harmonies and classic
guitar riffs, unabashedly inspired by the bands they love, such as
the Rolling Stones and the Clash. Imagine the Ramones with the
fashion sense of T-Rex, and that’s close to the Cry’s aesthetic.
Valentines, 232 SW Ankeny St., with
Chanterelles and the Verner Pantons, on Sunday, March 16. 9
pm. $5. 21+.
Monday, March 17
St. Patty’s Day Rip
[LAZY INEBRIATION] Hey look, a St. Patty's Day bar bus! How rare! This
one, however, tours dive bars, less
divey bars and Vietnamese dive
bars, and avoids the frat-riddled
Irish-British mafia. So you might
actually make it to the well for a
drink before the bus leaves again.
Multiple Locations, portlandshortbus.com. 7 pm. $35. 21+.
W. Kamau Bell
[COMEDY] One of the sharpest
voices on race and politics
in comedy, Bell has had time to
recover from the unjust cancellation
of his TV series, Totally Biased,
and he’s put together a standup
tour called Oh, Everything! Expect
astute, funny observations. Doug Fir
Lounge, 830 E Burnside St.,
231-9663. 9 pm. $23. 21+.
[MUSIC] Apocryphon, the 2012
album from these Austin-based
Sabbath worshippers, reveals that
despite some questionable aesthetic
choices—lyrics seemingly ripped
from a D&D campaign, a logo that
would look great airbrushed on a
1983 Club Wagon—the Sword is the
real deal. Think of it as Mastodon
for the Dazed & Confused set.
Hawthorne Theatre, 1507 SE 39th
Ave., 233-7100. 7 pm. $20. All ages
Scary Citywide Monday Day-Drink
[DRINK] A senseless, endless marathon of whiskey—punctuated by Timbers chants, bagpipes and Linda Blair impressions. Closes 2:30 am. 21+. Hide your children.