Minor Threats

Fri., Nov. 7 to Sun., Nov. 15

University Theater

call 2-1210

A montage of great hair flows at Yale: Jordan (Shining/While dining), Staci (Her suitemate knows/She just washes and goes), Fiona (Though we're never quite sure/Of its unbound allure). Tresses just seem to lend themselves to lyrics. Hair, the demure and innocent Minor Threats has heard, is not the only thing let loose in this production. Remember the controversy when Head of the Class tried to pull off this show?

"They got me!"

Oh my.

Davenfunk

Fri., Nov. 7, 10 p.m. to 2 a.m.

Davenport Dining Hall

$3; less if you dress '70s

But in the '70s, didn't they go dressless?

Safety Dance

Sat., Nov. 8, 9 p.m. to 1 a.m.

Commons

$3 in advance, $5 at the door

Hey!

"Only burners like you get high."

Oh yeah?

"You might as well not even exist at this school."

You are so moded.

Welcome to the Dollhouse

Med School Film Society

Fri. and Sat., 7:30 & 10:00 p.m.

$3

Hands down, the most depressing movie of the summer. Humiliation, abuse, more humiliation, and more abuse. No one sees a way out. No one knows who anyone else is. Everyone has a label for everyone else. No one cares. Kind of like seventh grade. Do you want to relive it? Neither do we. Neither does Anthony Lane (if he ever had a childhood in the first place, which MT doubts.)

A Fish Called Wanda

Ezra Stiles Dining Hall

Fri., 8 & 10 p.m.

$2

The resurrection of the undergraduate film society, and Kevin Kline is there as a comely messiah of comedy. This man has made a career of comin' back: as the sometimes-dead, sometimes-not president in Dave; as the decapitated daytime star in Soapdish who gets magically written back in; as the only marginally alive character (opposite a plastic Meg) in French Kiss. But in Wanda he emerges from the cement. Cement. What a moment. You gotta believe.

--Princess Leigh-Cheri wears size 6 1/2, Hortense size 10 1/2; but there's no way we can fill these shoes.