Amanda Forbis and Wendy Tilby's A Wild Life is one of two Oscar contenders that were funded by the National Film Board of Canada (the other is Patrick Doyon's Dimanche), which only goes to show that, for all the supposed evils of European-style socialism, it certainly has better cartoons. This hand-painted western story is distinguished by its handsome brushwork, which gives a tactile sense of the paint and a fair amount of expression to the simply drawn characters. Like many young Brits at the turn of the 20th century, the hero takes off for Canada in search of adventure, and Forbis and Tilby often frame their period details in static images: clothing, personal items, commercial products. In voice-over the hero explains how the call of the wild keeps pulling him farther west across the continent; all the while, black-and-white titles explain what a comet is. I expected this to end with the cowboy getting hit by the comet, but as it turns out, he is the comet, destined to disintegrate. A clip from the film follows the jump.
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At Fleming's Prime Steakhouse & Wine Bar tonight artist and wine buff Thomas Arvid is unveiling three new paintings to go along with a wine dinner featuring California whites and reds and dishes like ahi tuna skewers and petite fillet au poivre. Reservations required. 6:30 PM, Fleming's Prime Steakhouse & Wine Bar, 25 E. Ohio, 312-329-9463, $150 per person.
More events after the jump.

Michael Miner expounds on the "connection" between Obama and Saul Alinsky.
In Mudville, Mick Dumke ponders why he roots for losers.
And it might be overkill with the Valentine's Day issue, but just in case, here's Savage Love.
Or maybe you're not even searching for Internet love but simply playing the voyeur and dreaming up responses to side-pocket attempts at romance. Either way, I bet you've clicked through posts that are set in your neighborhood.
This was shot last month. Take it with a grain of salt. Everybody knows you don't consult an oracle that uses out of season produce. Video after the jump.
I won't reveal his/her name 'cause if I do, Mayor Emanuel will have a fit and send him/her a dead fish for even talking to me.
I'm not sure what the mayor has against me. It couldn't have been anything I wrote—or over the fact that I went to Evanston while he went to New Trier. Those old high school rivalries last forever!