Not totally satisfied with your weekend itinerary? Never fear, Go! is here! This regular feature highlights everything from rock shows to art openings, from delicious dishes to hidden-gem hangouts.
Laughing Matters: Satire makes the world a better place, as does The Howard-Brinkley Report. This local variety act pokes fun at the world around us, which, in turn, makes it not seem like such a bad place after all. Special guests the Militant Propaganda Bingo Machine join the gang during two performances -- tonight at 7:30 p.m. and tomorrow at that same time. Get your giggle on at the Space (320 North Vandeventer Avenue; 314-494-9095) for $10. Before you jet, read Paul Friswold's take on the matter.
That'sa Spicy Movie!: Stop refusing to watch movies that force you to read (subtitles). Give it five minutes, and you'll be totally immersed at the Italian Film Festival, which kicks off at 8 p.m. Extra details about this free event can be found here.
Art from Scratch: Show the kiddos that art is more than macaroni and Aqua Dots (especially after you had to toss out crafts made of the latter late last year). Two days of music and fine art should certainly help the wee ones, so get them to the Greater St. Louis Art Association's Cool Art & Hot Jazz event at the Greensfelder Recreation Complex in Queeny Park (550 Weidman Road; 636-391-0900). The artwork ranges from painting to photography to jewelry to sculpture, and you can check it all out to the sweet sounds of jazz. Pay $5 to reach out to your inner-artist from 10 a.m. to 5 p.m. on Saturday and 11 a.m. to 5 p.m. on Sunday.
Veg Out: Get growing at the Urban Bird Corridor Planting Party. Put those underused gardening skills to work by planting native vegetation everyone, including Alison Sieloff, can enjoy. Let her show you how your green thumb can help.
High School Anti-Musical: Observe someone much younger and leaner than Judd Nelson in his present state play his bad-to-the-bone character John Bender in a stage adaptation of The Breakfast Club. And if you don't remember that '80s Saturday-detention, weepy cliché-fest of a film, then you aren't old enough to be reading the Internet! However, if you do remember, Mark Dischinger points you to a place to go and reminisce.