The Stranger

(PATRIOTISM) When Dixie Chicks frontwoman Natalie Maines took the stage of Shepherds Bush Empire in London three years ago and told an audibly sympathetic audience that she was ashamed that Dubya was from the band's home state of Texas, not even the most pessimistic liberal could have anticipated the fallout. Initially apologetic and bewildered, the Chicks' journey from meek-voiced penitents to defiant and articulate free-speech advocates, as chronicled in this documentary, is nothing short of inspiring. Furthermore, watching Maines call Bush a "dumb fuck" is damn satisfying. (See Movie Times, p. 84, for details.) by Hannah Levin

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(DANCING) You don't have to be gay to dance your Thanksgiving off at Comeback, but it helps. That said, straight people go to Comeback, too. Two months ago, I danced with a very hot girl, and kept dancing with her because she was a good dancer and, again, very hot, and later, outside the club, we made eyes. She spoke words. I spoke words. If I weren't so gay I would've gone home with her. Are you paying attention, straight guys? With DJs Colby B, Porq, Fucking in the Streets, and MC Chompers. (Chop Suey, 1325 E Madison St, 324-8000. 9 pm, free before 10 pm/$5 after, 21+.) by Christopher Frizzelle

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(FREAKTASTIC HOLIDAY TRADITION) After another season spent thrilling crowds in New York City and Provincetown, Seattle's one and only chanteuse/raconteur/train wreck Dina Martina returns to Re-bar with a new Christmas show. If you've never attended a Dina Martina Christmas show, you're a dunce, and here's your chance to experience the one and only thing that routinely makes Seattle's vast array of godless freaks look forward to the holidays. (Re-bar, 1114 Howell St, 325-6500, ticketwindowonline.com. 8 pm, $20, 21+.) by David Schmader

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(MOVIE) During the making of this 1946 movie, legend has it that neither Humphrey Bogart (who plays Raymond Chandler's hardboiled gumshoe Philip Marlowe), nor director Howard Hawks, nor screenwriter William Faulkner(!), nor Chandler himself, could figure out the complicated plot twists. But in the end, after all the dope, pornography, blackmail, and gunfire, you, the audience, will understand it and more. Here's all you really need to know anyway: This is the best noir movie ever made. (Grand Illusion, 1403 NE 50th, 523-3935. See Movie Times, p. 84, for details.) by Josh Feit

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(NOT YOUR MOM'S FOOD) So is it cool if Thanksgiving is over by Monday? Can we go back to eating food that is actually enjoyable, instead of white starches and dry bird meat? If that's fine with you, go pick up the absolutely astounding ceviche de camarones at the best taco truck (or bus, if you want to get technical) in the whole of Seattle. It's very colorful. (Tacos el Asadero, 3517 Rainier Ave S. 10 am—10 pm.) by Ari Spool

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(FILM) All the rapturous bleating about Terrence Malick's recent trifle The New World makes sense only in one context: the absolute glory of the films made before his 20-year hiatus. Days of Heaven, from 1978, is slow and takes visual luxuries that the story—about a love triangle between two migrant workers and a wealthy landowner—can't quite justify. But when you see those blissfully arid images pouring through a new 35mm print, you won't care. (Northwest Film Forum, 1515 12th Ave, 267-5380. 7 and 9 pm, $5—$8.) by Annie Wagner

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