Warren Miller's Dynasty -- the latest in a sixty-year dynasty of feature-length ski films that is still inspired by, if no longer helmed by, the octogenarian filmmaker and snow-sports enthusiast -- arrives tonight at the Somerville Theater and moves to Berklee Performance Center over the weekend. "The featured skiers, who plunge down perilous ravines to the pulse-pumping soundtrack," writes Tom Meek in his review this week, "are a breed apart, fearless and seemingly locked into a state of permanent nirvana

Last Saturday night at midnight, Johnny Cupcakes brought late-80s gamer geek classic The Wizard to the Coolidge. People who crave their fix of both Nintendo nostalgia and exclusively designed Powerglove posters flocked to the theatre early that night. I arrived at 11:15 to find the line stretched down the alley.

You've got one last chance to see the fantastic ALIEN TRESPASS -- a 1950s drive-in screamer that just happens to have been made in the 21st century -- before it closes this week at the Kendall Square Theater. (The final screenings are on Thursday.) If Tom Meek's review didn't convince you to shell out a few clams to see this on the big screen, maybe this will.

Actor Woody Harrelson has claimed his recent attack on a TMZ photographer was all a big misunderstanding: he simply thought the man was a zombie.

"I wrapped a movie called 'Zombieland,' in which I was constantly under assault by zombies, then flew to New York, still very much in character," Harrelson said in a statement issued Friday by his publicist.

A couple weeks ago, I heard tell of www.flightlipdub.com, which was basically a contest to see who could best lip-synch the Flight of the Conchords song “Hiphopopotamus vs. Rhymenoceros.” I decided to do it because (a) I have recently aquired a retardedly-expensive video-camera and some editing software, (b) I needed an excuse to learn how to better use them, and (c) I have a friend with a chicken suit.

Earlier this month, in a rare moment of media detente, Boston's finest film critics climbed onstage at the Brattle and talked b-movies, to promote DaCapo's new The B-List: The National Society of Film Critics on Low Budget Beauties, Genre-Bending Mavericks, and Cult Classics We Love. Amazingly, even though Jay Carr was on the panel, the Globe's Ty Burr, the Herald's James Verniere, and the Phoenix's own Peter Keough were able to get a few words edgewise.

The short film that just induced fits of uncontrollable laughter and disbelief was made sometime in the late 1950s or early '60s. The singer was the late Joi Lansing (39 - 23 - 35), a stereotypical '50s blonde bombshell, who appears in quite a few little pre-MTV music productions such as this. Her supporting players were, presumably, random members of the catering staff and a couple of extras waiting around for their walk-on in a Roger Corman movie.

THEY’RE STRETCHY PANTS, DUH
5 Years Ago
June 13, 2003 | Peter Keough wondered why Bruce Banner’s pants stay on when he undergoes transformation into the Hulk.
“To his credit, director Ang Lee broaches this question on his own. ‘People always ask, including myself, how come the pants always stay on? I wanted my Hulk to be naked.

THEY’RE STRETCHY PANTS, DUH
5 Years Ago
June 13, 2003 | Peter Keough wondered why Bruce Banner’s pants stay on when he undergoes transformation into the Hulk.
“To his credit, director Ang Lee broaches this question on his own. ‘People always ask, including myself, how come the pants always stay on? I wanted my Hulk to be naked.

TOUGH LOVE
5 years ago
January 31, 2003 | Michael Bronski remembered the tough-as-nails, gay journalist Sarah Pettit.
“I DON’T KNOW that I’d say I enjoyed working with Sarah Pettit. One of my first dealings with her was in 1993, when she was the arts editor for Out magazine. She called me on a Monday to ask for revisions on a piece I’d written.

CONSUMER CULTURE
10 years ago
January 23, 1998 | Looking for culture on the newly named ‘Avenue of the Arts,’ Ellen Barry instead found corporations and flags.
“For those who failed to notice it, Huntington Avenue is no more. From Copley Square clear through Brigham Circle… Huntington is now ‘Avenue of the Arts,’ with the requisite flying pennants.