J.R. Jones, Cliff Doerksen and Fred Camper
Featuring Dogtooth, Lourdes, Helsinki, Forever, and more
Show: The Aldermen Project: 50 Alderman/50 Artists Curators Jeremy Scheuch and Lauri Apple got 50 artists to immortalize an alderman apiece for "The Aldermen Project: 50 Aldermen/50 Artists," including Derek Erdman, Phineas X. Jones, Jon Gitelson, Aaron Wooten and more. [Apple is an assistant editor at the Reader, which is a sponsor of the show.]
Opens Fri 3/19, 7-11 PM. Through 4/2: Sat noon-5 PM and by appointment, Johalla Projects, 1561 N. Milwaukee, 312-636-4966 or 312-833-1108, free
Dinner: Big Star Unlike Paul Kahan's other ventures (Blackbird, Avec, the Publican), Big Star is a bar. But you may have to remind yourself of that, because it's got probably the tastiest Mexican menu of any bar in Chicago.
1531 N. Damen Ave., 773-235-4039

Rebecca Schoenecker's girlish narration and animated puppets imbue a storybook glow to her liberation fable Sphinx, screening in Creation, Destruction, Chaos, a program Schoenecker curated of animated takes on legends and war stories Saturday 3/20 at High Concept Laboratories.
Featuring Shirin Mozaffari's stop motion creation myth The Story of Ama and Baba, Jeremy Bessoff's flying ace puppet dream Ghost Conversations, Jim Trainor's Peruvian POW tale The Presentation Theme, Jodie Mack's animated photo negative WWII tragedy Lilly, Diane Christiansen's Notes to Nonself, and Matt Marsden's natural history meditation Wormroom. Schoenecker's puppets will be on display.
Trailers after the jump.
Tomorrow the Runaways movie opens, and in it the part of the villain will be played by Kim Fowley, the group's manager, producer, and Svengali. This is unsurprising, as pretty much every telling of the Runaways tale—including some of Fowley's own—makes him out to be something of a controlling monster, sometimes abusive and always sex-obsessed.
Usually people don't like being portrayed as bad, even if they do all sorts of bad stuff, but in a new and completely insane interview with the L.A. Record Fowley doesn't even seem close to giving a shit. Interviewer Chris Ziegler stays mostly out of the way, and as a result the piece reads less like an interview and more like an extended rant by Fowley on the music business, celebrities he's known (and/or fucked), and his life philosophy, which seems located just south of Anton LaVey-style satanism in terms of the importance it places on decadence, disregard for conventional morality, and self-worship. Sure, Fowley is self-obsessed and greedy, but interviews with nice people are rarely this much fun.