Today's lone rep series is the magnificent if solitary Scorsese Screens at MoMA. The rest of the limited but luminous lenticular lunacy be thus;

The sparse yet splendid shenanigans on the NYC rep circuit today include the continuing series Scorsese Screens at MoMA and One-Film Wonders at Anthology Film Archives. Let us go then, you and I;

Continuing series this day include the Ozu and Scorsese tribs, at IFC Center and MoMA respectively, See It Big: 70mm! at Museum of the Moving Image, and One-Film Wonders at Anthology Film Archives. The search for the rep film circuit's Big W be thus;

Continuing series this day includes the director tribs to Yasujiro Ozu and Scorsese , at IFC Center and MoMA respectively, Indie 80's at BAM Cinématek, See It Big: 70mm! at Museum of the Moving Image, One-Film Wonders at Anthology Film Archives, and the eternally effervescent Cabaret Cinema at the Rubin Museum. The repertory rapscallionery be thus;

Oh August, how bittersweet your kiss, in the form of sun and wind and Clamfests, tastes upon mine own. For as wonderful it remains to bask within your warmth, your mirth, and especially the sheer scarcity of populace on my city's streets (hallelloo!), you also remain Summer's tease, the month that promises that this romance with a city bereft of coats and boots and snow and all things Germanic come to think of it, that this Sharks and Jets wonderland might last just a little longer than usual, if not forever. Alas, you lie. Your role on the calendar is thus; you divert and delight and outright decieve us, but in the service of wising us up. For Winter is the great giver of wisdom, the reminder that no life is balanced without hardship and mettle-testing and conditions cruel. And August, I'm calling you out; you are nothing if not Winter's Judas Goat.

Having said that, lemme hasten to add that some Judas Goat's are pretty entertaining, y'know? They sling frisbees, they concoct new cool marinades for BBQ's, they know where the best remaining fireworks are to be had. Mostly though, they know where the last cool outdoor movie screenings are. So let's get to it.

Continuing series this day include Richard Lester: The Running Jumping Pop Cinema Iconoclast at the Film Society, Scorsese Screens at MoMA, Indie 80's at BAM Cinématek, One-Film Wonders at Anthology Film Archives, and The Deuce at the Nitehawk Cinema. The magnificent moviola magic be thus;

Continuing and concluding series this day includes Richard Lester: The Running Jumping Pop Cinema Iconoclast at the Film Society, the Brando trib at Film Forum, Scorsese Screens at MoMA, It's a Conspiracy! at Nitehawk Cinema, and Indie 80's at BAM Cinématek. The 4-perf foofaraw be thus;

Continuing series this day include the tribs to filmmakers Yasujiro Ozu and Richard Lester, respectively screening at IFC Center and the Walter Reade theater, as well as the hot-stone massage to groundbreaking actor Marlon Brando at Film Forum, Scorsese Screens at MoMA, See It Big: 70mm! at Museum of the Moving Image, Indie 80's at BAM Cinématek, and the grand celebration of the House that Arkoff, nicholson and Corman built, the vastly influential American International Pictures. The reel rabbit hole looks thus;

New and continuing series this day include Scorsese Screens at MoMA, the trib to American International Pictures at Anthology Films Archives, Indie 80's at BAM Cinématek. The emulsified ebullience be thus;

Hallo Stockahz, and welcome back to your monthly rundown of NYC's rep film circuit. This summer season has thus far been a most awesome one for the gotham cinephile; we've enjoyed such series as the trib to B&W CinemaScope at BAM, the now sadly ended valentine to Technicolor cinema at MoMA, and programs dedicated to master filmmakers like Yasujiro Ozu and John Ford. As delightfully as these delihts have delighted, we've got so much more looming on the horizon, tributes to game-changing actors, filmmakers, tribs to film formats themselves, and of course the outdoor screenings that seem to grow ever exponentionally summer by summer. So let's not dally, because while we currently exult in climes majestic the dark months, or as I commonly refer to it NFL season, approacheth! Let's do this!

Well, Stockahz, you'll be glad to know, some of yaz anyway, that I survived Clamfest '15, an unabashed display of food-porn debauchery the likes of which would humble even the most shameless figure of comestible exploitation, running the gamut from Mario Batali to Joey Chestnut. And really, is there any difference? But anyway, happy to say I'm back after the much-needed, much-beloved getaway, and my thanks once more to the residents of NJ's Highlands, who took quite the beating nearly 3 years ago and are recovering perhaps slowly, but surely, and with all their grace and charm and good nature toward visitors one could hope for. Now that I have proven myself worthy of one more year on this planet, until the next test of my mettle in the face of Irish Eggrolls and Deep Fried Roasted Corn Smoothies that is, let's return to our common interest, NYC's rep film circuit, and get into this day's doings.

Continuing series this sweltering August day include True Crime! at Film Forum, Glorious Technicolor: From George Eastman House and Beyond at MoMA, the month-long trib to American International Pictures at Anthology Film Archives, and Indie 80's at BAM Cinématek. The rampage at the air conditioning gates be thus;