The blustery wind, the soft sky, the earthen leaf tones. Oh Sunday, November Sunday, how you glue me to my couch.

No it's not the spilt BBQ sauce and months-old sheets, it's the overwhelming ennui of November Sundays in NYC. It's a poetic thin-

Oh the hell with you, just keep reading. I'm getting more BBQ sauce.

Rep cinema goodies on the menu today include Hal Ashby's directorial debut, the restoration of a Harold Lloyd classic at Film Forum, and Milos Forman's Oscar-slayer from 1984. Among the new and continuing series today are Anthology Film Archives' Golden Age of Spanish Horror, BAM's trib to Czech New Wave filmmaker Jan Nemec, and the final weekend of the Museum of the Moving Image's massive retrospective The Complete Howard Hawks. The whole megillah;

Of note today are a couple of choice screenings in the slowly windng down To Save and Project series at MoMA, the kickoff to BAM's trib to Czech New Wave filmmaker Jan Nemec, his first-ever retrospective in the states, and continuing series like Anthology Film Archives Golden Age of Spanish Horror and the Rubin Museum's Cabaret Cinema. The rundown goes like this;

Today we got the final screenings of Herzog's Murnau rethink, Visconti's incredibly successful attempt at transforming Burt Lancaster into 19th century Italian aristocracy, and Irwin Allen's equally unsuccessful attempt to demonize the bee popluation. Which John Belushi accomplished just fine on his own, I thank you. Here be today's rep itinerary;

The Knicks are 1-3, New York elected a new mayor on Guy Fawkes day, and Brian De Palma's latest flick was released on BluRay. All these events occured yesterday. You decide which of the three is most ominous.

A lite bill of fare again today on the cinematic rep circuit, but though scant it's cherce. The menu;

A post-Halloween quietude returns to the city, and choices are slim on the rep film circuit.

I promise to forego, in this monthly overview of the doings on NYC's rep film circuit, my usual bitchery concerning the weather, my intermittent grousing about these damn kids on Bleecker Street, and my extremely rare fury over the Red Sox having won a World Series. It is November after all, and we must accept change, so let's oh screw it the Red Sox suck.

Whew! That felt good. Now that that's outta my system, welcome to November 2013, film lovers! As usual there's a plethoric panoply of classic cinema champagne room fun! So let's get to it!

Only one conspicuous partier wearing an Iron Man costume, the Joe Lohta for Mayor ads are making their final televised surge, and the Knicks are 1-1. What gives?

Oh Christ. It's November 2nd, isn't it? It was standing right behind me the whole time.

Bite into any razor blades? Eat any poisoned candy bars? Walk into the wrong torture dungeon? As opposed to the right one? In other words, did you come through Halloween 2013 intact, unmolested, and comfortably floating on a sugar high? GREAT! Then welcome I say to November 2013!

Finally the Day of the Dead is upon us, and the requisite scares and screams of the cinematic sort descend like a ravenous devil bat on our shriek-happy metropolis. Continuing series today include MoMA's Auteurist History of blah blah blah, y'know what? I'm not even gonna try to pretend we care about any screenings today that don't remotely attempt to scare the holy livin' bejeezus out of us! So let's get to the listings, shall we? As follows;