Trust the Thrust: 'Showgirls: The Musical' Delivers the Trashy Goods

I went into NYC's current run of "Showgirls: The Musical" with concerns: Could it somehow manage to be more entertaining than making fun of the movie with my own friends in the comfort of my living room? And if so, was it actually worth eighteen dollars to go see it? Fortunately, from the very first scene you can tell you're in capable hands: The songs are inventive, the humor stretches far (enough) beyond the obvious, the nudity is abundant, and the pace is quick -- the latter is something you definitely can't say for the movie! As hookerish dancer Nomi Malone, April Kidwell inhabits the role she was born to play. I'm pretty sure that's a compliment! Her dissection of Elizabeth Berkley's performance is so multi-layered that it gives me comfort; at least there's someone out there who's watched the film more times than I have. As for the ticket price, it's a stretch, but do you really want to tell your grandkids (or your friends in the Midwest) that you passed up your chance to see this? The show runs through May 4.

While we're already focused on NYC, cast your eyes to Brooklyn this weekend, where the film collective The Cinebeasts will be paying tribute to the subway system and graffiti artwork with "The Subway Series: Tunnel Stories and Spraymasters." They'll be screening a collection of films about the strange subterranean world that city-dwellers spend so much time complaining about.

In the not-too-distant future, textbooks will read college students. Which is to say, the new eBooks that some professors are using can report back on how many pages you actually read, how much you skipped, and how much (or how little) you highlighted. So much for the honor system! Obviously there are pros and cons, but one interesting detail is that the publishers themselves will be able to use this data to refine and improve their editions.

You know that "back-to-the-camera" shot that lets us watch characters watching something arresting just beyond? Here's a surprisingly meditative supercut of dozens of these moments, in which a great deal is communicated regardless of the fact that all the faces are hidden from view.