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It's been years since a tech snafu this daunting has collided head on with the site, but my ace support team is currently doing their best Jeremy Renner HURT LOCKER imitation to untangle the mess, clip the correct wires, and defuse the mishegoss that has crippled Nitrate Stock for the last week. I ask your patience, true believers; the March Calendar is ready to upload once we unmuddy this mess. And the monthly Overview will arrive shortly after its posting! I apologize for the mess, apparently the work of hackers (because apparently I met with the Rusian ambassador on the campaign trail last year in Minsk! Who hacks a rep film site?!?!), but we will have it cleared up and in time to inform you all about the bulk of March's movie madness! In the words of the immortal John Hughes, screws fall out all the time, the world's an imperfect place. In my own words, stick with me Stockahz.


-Joe Walsh

February 24th-28th: John Wayne Searches, Burt Lancaster Goes For Broke, and Anthony Hopkins Enjoys His Chianti! Plus, the 3rd Annual Nitrate Stock Oscar Bash! Dig In!

So you might've heard, cats 'n kittens, that the reprieve, though late, has been granted, and the Nitrate Stock Oscar Bash will celebrate its 3rd iteration! I've only had a week to promote, so I may not have reached some of you who'd otherwise wish to attend, but we will be offering the usual great booze 'n grub, as well as prizes! This year the Grand Megillah is the entire Corleone saga, the BluRay restoration of Francis Ford Coppola's GODFATHER trilogy! You can remove the 3rd film only after you've won the damn thing! I'm working on the 2nd & 3rd prizes, but you can be sure they will be booty worthy. Just like Donna Summer. Ba dum! Check here for the exacts if you're not already familiar, and my fellow movie-mad who give not a whit about the annual statuette passing out but LOVE pools and prizes, come find me at Shades of Green on 15th st. between Irving Place and 3rd avenue! Start time is 8pm, Stockahz!


And now to biz as usual.

New and ongoing series include Modern Matinees: Hollywood & the Great Depression, 1933 at MoMA; Jordan Peele: The Art of the Social Thriller at BAM Cinématek; Oscar: Our Favorite Best Picture Winners at Metrograph; Gimme Shelter: Hollywood North at Anthology Film Archives; Heathcliff, it's Me: Adapting Wuthering Heights at the Film Society of Lincoln Center; and the imaginatively titled Film Forum Jr. at you guessed it, Film Forum. The bijou ballyhoo be thus;

The THIRD Annual Nitrate Stock Oscar Bash! Burt Mackiln Edition! #AndYouThoughtIWasDead! #YouSonOfALetsJustGetToTheArticle!

It's an Awards Season miracle, Stockahz 'n Stockettz! The Annual Nitrate Stock Oscar Ballyhoo, only recenly thought dead & buried, is now a thing again! The 3rd now running! I know I put it out there that hopes were dim for its continuance this year and even more recently declared it dead, but in a true celebration of the movies, where nothing and no one stays a corpse for long, reports of its demise were premature. YES, we will be gathering once more to both fete and mock those in attendance, nominated or no. YES, we will be offering great food and booze, the latter of which will include a specialty cocktail still in the planning stages, which I will reveal via FaceTwitGram this week! And YES, we will once more be offering a series of prizes both grand and 1 and 2, to be determined once I scope out the deals at my nearest Best Buy! The spirirt of the bash remains unchanged, although the venue does not. And all the better for that change.

February 17th - 23rd: Bogie Speaks Capote, Beatty Gambles to Cohen, and Capra Hordes Oscar. Read On!

It's been asked of me quite frequemtly these last few weeks if this site will be hosting another Oscar party, as the prior two were met with much success. Much food and drink and good conversation was had, many great gifts were handed out to the pool winners, and Ben Affleck was roundly booed by all in attendance. All in all, a satisfying evening for a film fan. It's with heavy heart that I must confirm that Nitrate Stock will be taking a hiatus this year from another celebration of all things lil' gold guy, but in its stead I would implore you, if you're not otherwise committed, to spend the bucks you might've at the bash on a few pet, probably shared causes in the hope that our love for the genre can translate to love for the good fight. In that spirit I nominate the following charitable institutions; Doctors Without Borders, the International Rescue Committee, the ACLU, the Southern Poverty Law Center, Planned Parenthood, and in a specifically non-political nod, my lifelong fave, St. Jude's Hospital. Our love of film, not just certain films but our love of an entire art form, any art form, is supposed to translate into love both internal and kinetic for the world we live in. What better way to honor the movies than to show that love to our fellow men and women?

Alright, I'm off the soapbox. New and ongoing series this week inlcude Modern Matinees: Hollywood and the Great Depression, 1933 at MoMA; Jordan Peele: The Art of the Social Thriller at BAM Cinématek; Oscar: Our Favorite Best Picture Winners at Metrograph; Darker: Celebrating Leonard Cohen at Anthology Film Archives; Film Comment Selects: Raoul Coutard at the Film Society of Lincoln Center; and, of course, Film Forum Jr. at, who'da thunk, Film Forum. The oculus obsession be thus;

February 10th-16th: Duck Soup, Andrzej Wajda Gets His Trib, and Ms. May Saves Valentine's Day! Read the Card!

We are past the Super Bowl, heading for the Oscars. January lies dormant in its temp grave, February '17 teeters on the brink of existence, yet topples not yet. So we have this season yet to endure, this mini-epoch of weather quizzical, be it political or meteorological. We're weathering some bad winds, some sleet, some tundrous blanketing in certain regions. Truthfully, was there any other way this year could begin? With events normally catastrophic seeming like a lull? With looming disaster met by preparedness and resolve? With the proposition of icy approach met with salt? I am, of course, speaking about the weather conditions that met the NYC area these last few days. Any other message you may read into my words, well...

Okay, to the rep film circuit. New and ongoing series incude Autocratic for the People: An Unpresidented Series of Star-Spangled Satires at IFC Center; Modern Matinees: Hollywood & the Great Depression, 1933 at MoMA; the trib to Polish master Andrzej Wajda at the Film Society; the Valentine's Day Massacre 2017 at Anthology Film Archives; Film Forum Jr. at, y'know, Film Forum; and the eternally swank Cabaret Cinema at the Rubin Museum. The moving image mishegoss be thus;


February 2017! Black Women's Cinema, Universal in the 70's, and the Annual St. Valentine's Day Massacre! Let's break some hearts and some barriers!

Huzzah and Hooray, Stockahz! My longtime foe, that magnificent beast of fierce gusts inexhaustable and bitter temps to make glaciers blush, that venomous behemoth known as January, has found itself felled once more. Once more we outlast it, outlive it. Once more we emerge victorious against its horrid breath and grasp. Once more we y'know actually I gotta say not the worst January we've ever seen. Sorta mild actually. Not a lot of urgent need to curse and combat it, really. No call for its demonization. Look, as Januarys go, I'll take it. See ya next year kiddo. Oh, and we'll be READY for you, you bastard! Make no mistake!


Now, we face the second head of the dreaded Cerberus that kicks of each new calendar, the dread February. It's reach is deceptive, as its pages count a mere 28, yet men stronger than myself have succumbed to its seeming endlessness. Another Super Bowl awaits, as well as thermometer fracturing drops and a cycle of grey to black sky that punishes the soul. Have I mentioned Valentine's Day yet?

Yes, it's no doubt a drag, a slog, a climb uphill battering, bruising, potentially imposible. But NAH! We'll get through this ill-mannered bastard of a month as we always do, and the film fanatic and frenetic amongst us in the 5 boroughs will turn to that warm balm that always helps to smooth life along when even its roughest edges emerge; our very own repertory film circuit, which grows both in programming and edifice to provide such within. So let's look to this month's doings. It's exactly what February won't EXPECT us to do...

January 27th-31st: Demagogues, Dragons, and Da Da DaDaDa. Dig in.

January '17, I would normally ask how you've already nearly passed, claim victory over your looming corpse, and revel i the idea that we inch ever closer to the Oscars, Exhibition Baeball, and that most beautiful arrival of all: spring. However, this year, seeing as 2016 came to a close with thunderous calamity and catastrophe, I can only offer the following: thank you 1st month of the calendar, thanks for being relatively kind. Yes, the great Mary Tyler Moore has recently departed, and that hurts, and while the weather outside has been mild, the weather inside, within our nation's borders, within our town squares and civic centers, within our living and dining rooms, indeed within our very selves, has been tempestuous, blustery, oppressive. So it is that the tables have turned, the winter of our souls has been met by a environment mild, perhaps because the world needed to balance the heat and friction and acidity of its human populace. Actually, it's mostly climate change, but yo, I never get to pat January on the back. So this one's for you, kiddo. Attaboy.


New and ongoing series this week include the Stanley Kubrick and Martin Scorsese series at IFC Center and Moving Image, respectively; Modern Matinees: Le Grandi Donne and Eternal Bruce Lee at MoMA; Universal in the 70's: Part One at Metrograph; Film Forum Jr. at you guessed right Film Forum; and the eternally swank Cabaret Cinema at the Rubin Museum. The emulsified ebullience be thus;

January 20th-26th: A Face In The Crowd, Panique, and The American Friend. Hey, I Know It's Inauguration Day, Read Into It What You Will!

I'd love to begin this post with my usual brilliance, my panache, my much-envied balletic linguistics. Hell, I'd love to even pretend any of that sentence was true. I'd love to attempt my usual kick-off to the weekly post with some semblence of levity, smart or other. And let's be fair, usually it's other. Can't help it. This is a bad day. It's a bleak view from the front door, a bad forecast for the house. I'm not gonna shine a smear. Anything like that would be a betrayal of myself and this site and its purpose.


But here's what I can offer, what I believe I have offered and hopefully will continue to offer; a clarion for communal experience, an intellectual curiosity for the arts, a defense of its continuance as a cultural imperative, not merely here but everywhere in our country, everywhere in our world. We only regress if we allow it. And mankind as a whole has never allowed it.


In my own small way, I hope to argue the case for art, for freedom, for higher planes attainable by our race human. If only to roust some extra bodies towards their local rep house to view, in venue intended, what is largely deemed a frivolous entertainment but is actually one of our most valuable forms of expression: the moving image. In communal form. So here is my vocation. I hope you share it.


New and ongoing series this week include Film Forum Jr. at, yep, Film Forum; Stanley Kubrick at IFC Center; Based on a Book by Patricia Highsmith at Metrograph; Cruel and Unusual Comedy: Astonishing Shorts from the Slapstick Era at MoMA; Inauguration of the Displeasure Dome: Coping with the Election at Anthology Film Archives: and the eternally swank Cabaret Cinema at the Rubin Museum. The rep rigmarolle be thus;

January 13th - 20th: Plots & Plotters, Unfulfilled Empires, and Rita Hayworth in Technicolor! Dig In!

Already the first Weekly Update of '17 arrives. Already series and screenings unmissable have occurred, and loom as well. Already the NYC rep film landscape changes and grows, like a true organic lifeforce. Already I pine for 2018. You, they're called mid-term elections for a reason. But for the moment, let's focus on this new, seemingly benign new year, replete with horrors promised, but young, unstained yet, perhaps with surprises benevolent and beneficent in store. Sure things look bad, but remember: throughout history the masses said we'd never land a man o the moon, that the NY Mets would never win a World Series. That, indeed, the moving image was uncapturable. So let's patronize our ever thriving film and rep film circuit, and believe in the unbelievable, as the movies were designed to do.


New and ongoing series this week include Modern Matinees: Le Grandi Donne and Cruel & Unusual Comedy: Astonishing Shorts from the Slapstick Era at MoMA, Rocky & Creed, Eric Rohmer and Spielberg by Haskell at Metrograph, and Pirandello150 and Film Forum Jr. at, have a cigar, the Film Forum. The sprocketed sillility* be thus;

January 2017! Cruel and Unusual Silents, Highsmith & Misdemeanors On Film, and Year One Without David Bowie Proves He Remains. Welcome to the New Year! Read On!

Ahoy, Stockahz! Welcome to fresh shores! 2017 has arrived, a beach untrod, nary a grain displaced, waiting to be set into a new, vast and hopefully benign and benevolent pattern. For the larger concerns weighted by that same concern, I'll leave that for the moment to those concerned with such concerns concerned. Instead I'll return to this site's main focus, the orderly breakdown of the NYC rep circuit's upcoming slate for the year's first lunar cycle. Trust is always a matter suspect at best, but we can at least subscribe to the long-held and widely-proven belief amongst those most trustworthy in the scientific community that the moon will give us a good spin once more over the next 31 days. It'd be a normal course for the optimist to keep his yap shut after the year we just had, but I'm gonna stake my hopes somewhat dimmed on that last, simple prospect. The moon's gonna be just fine. It just has to, I've still got plans to open the first movie palace at Mare Tranquilititus.


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