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Hello there, Weekenders! Hey, not to rain on your parade, but if you were expecting another rainy weekend, you’re not getting it. Much like me when I peel myself from the leather sofa, Massachusetts is undergoing what is known as a drying shift, so I’m officially lifting the galoshes advisory that has loomed over this newsletter like a thunderhead for the past month. You can go back to those sandal-things you like. [Stares briefly at sandal-things.]
But most importantly, you can take on this weekend free of ambient gloom (well, weather-wise) and get out into some actual sunshine. I agree, it’s a little bright out here. Let’s go to the movies instead.
HEIST SOCIETY: For most of us, ripping off the Met Gala means attempting to wear something sheer to Jen’s wedding (really bad idea, Pam), but for the all-female cast of “Ocean’s 8” — starring Sandra Bullock, Cate Blanchett, Rihanna, Anne Hathaway, Mindy Kaling, Awkwafina, Sarah Paulson, and Helena Bonham Carter — it means actual robbery. Oh, and making an “Ocean’s” movie without the “witty top-spin” of erstwhile franchise director Steven Soderbergh. It may not quite pass the Bechdel Test, but it does scrape by on the Burr Scale. In his 2½-star review, Globe film critic Ty Burr calls it “a reasonably enjoyable two hours at the movies” but that “no one will mistake it for inspired.” “A plot detail in the newest installment involves a 3-D printer that turns out Zirconium replicas of diamond baubles,” he writes, “and you won’t find a better metaphor for this movie than that.” (I’m plotting my own heist of that line. That’s what we call Ty Fire.) Opens Friday.
MOM GENES: Starting Friday, you can catch the debut horror from Ari Aster, “Hereditary,” at megaplexes and art-house venues alike. Why? “Basically,” says Burr, “they think the movie’s going to scare the bejesus out of everyone. They’re right.” He gives it three stars, calling it “an eerie mood piece that slowly and surely tightens the thumb screws before all hell breaks loose” and “a zero-to-60 showcase for actress Toni Collette” (of whom, by the way, John Early does a really entertaining impression). Aster’s “classicist” impulses (like sealing us all in a house with crazy people for two hours) and his “eldritch eye for visuals” make this a sleep-ruiner for the entire family. (I have no idea why I said that. Do not take your kids to this.) Opens Friday.
JUST CAN’T GET ENOUGH: If the Depeche Mode show at TD Garden on Saturday night is anything like the one I saw a few months ago, and if you’re the type of Depeche Mode fan that I am, with the same anxiety over whether you’ll hear deep cuts, a platter of Martin ballads, sufficient “Violator” material, and consider “Everything Counts” a non-negotiable prerequisite, you’ve got nothing to worry about. (Except getting tickets, that is. Do that here.) Dave Gahan and Co. never let me down, squeezing in songs I haven’t heard since that one night at the Worcester Centrum, and making their new material sound right at home among the 101 stuff.
BIG RASCALS: For a more relaxed fit to your Saturday night, there’s always good ol’ Globe faves Rascal Flatts, which it turns out is a band and not a person, and I know that because I just had to check because I can never remember with these guys. In any case, the dudes behind “What Hurts the Most,” “Bless This Broken Road,” and the most pointlessly karaoke cover of “Life Is a Highway” ever laid to a hard drive are hitting the Xfinity Center with Dan + Shay and Carly Pearce (who — just checked — is a person and just won breakthrough video of the year at the CMT Awards for her hit, “Hide the Wine”). Find tickets here.
AUNTIE UP: Wrangle your “Bosom Buddies” on up to Beverly to experience the North Shore Music Theatre production of the Broadway classic “Mame,” starring Paige Davis as Mame and Ellen Harvey as Vera Charles. Beyond being the most fabulous tale ever told, it also stands as another reminder of the genius of composer-lyricist Jerry Herman (he of “Hello, Dolly!”) If you think you’ve heard this story before, or that you’ll be sick of the same old songs, think again and go back for seconds, or thirds . . . or 50ths. After all, “life is a banquet” — you know the rest. Through June 17. Find tickets here.
GIANT STEPS: Because dancing at the movie theater is a great way to faceplant at the movie theater, the Boston Pops presents “Dance to the Movies,” which finds Keith Lockhart and special guest Lesley Ann Warren leading the Pops in a celebration of sick moves from across film history, as demonstrated by stars from “Dancing With the Stars” and “So You Think You Can Dance” (which reminds me, you probably shouldn’t actually dance at this, either). Enjoy singing and swinging Saturday from “Moulin Rouge,” “Chicago,” “Grease,” and I’m guessing “Bring It On” because it would be ridiculous not to include “Bring It On.” Right? Boston Pops? Am I right, Boston Pops? More information and tickets here.
SQUARE DANCE: And because dancing to the world community festival would take longer than necessary and likely tick off your fellow T passengers, on Saturday José Mateo Ballet Theatre presents the Dance for World Community Festival, a free event that features more than 90 dance companies performing on five stages around Harvard Square, as well as introductory dance classes (from noon to 6 p.m.) and a dance party to finish (6 p.m. to 8 p.m.) You can find the full lineup and schedule here. (I also found a pretty unhelpful instructional video on how to do the Floss. Enjoy.)
SHADES OF GRAY: Is this sun bothering you again? Yeah, same. That’s fine; more movies. The Brattle has a weekend-long “Noir City: Boston” program (it doesn’t get more shadowy than that). TCM host Eddie Muller will introduce a hard-boiled heap of double-features from noir’s (proverbially) brightest moments between 1942 and 1950, including “The Glass Key” and “Street of Chance” on Friday, “Murder, My Sweet” with “Strangers in the Night” and “The Killers” with “So Dark the Night” on Saturday, and “Force of Evil” with “The Guilty” and “Try and Get Me!” with “Shakedown” on Sunday. You can score the full schedule and get advance tickets here, SEE? Now get outta here while you can still walk, buster.
HORN OF PLENTY: Over at Sculler’s on Friday night, you can (and should) catch jazz phenom Terence Blanchard and his E-Collective (featuring Blanchard on trumpet, Charles Altura on guitar, Fabian Almazan on piano and keyboards, David Ginyard on bass, and Oscar Seaton on drums). Blanchard’s been busy lately, writing original music for the forthcoming Spike Lee film “BlacKkKlansman” and penning “Fire Shut Up in My Bones,” an opera based on the memoir of New York Times columnist Charles Blow. On Friday, he’ll channel it all into his horn: “We want the music to help other people heal,” he told the Globe recently, “And we want to change some hearts and minds.” Get in on this here.
WESTERN VIEWS: And finally from the outside world (specifically the “West Mass” part of it, and no I will never, ever stop making fun of the “West Mass” campaign) are two standout art exhibits. Starting Saturday at the Norman Rockwell Museum in Stockbridge you can take in “Keepers of the Flame: Parrish, Wyeth, Rockwell, and the Narrative Tradition,” a show of American illustration traditions that traces roots that reach back to the Renaissance. (That’s up through Oct. 28.) Also beginning Saturday, the Clark Art Institute in Williamstown has “Women Artists in Paris, 1850-1900,” showcasing works from artists like Berthe Morisot and Mary Cassatt, who didn’t want to go to your stupid École des Beaux-Arts anyway. (That’s up through Sept. 3.)
OR STAY IN! You’re not going to get a better awards show than Sunday’s Tonys, if by “better” we mean “actually better, exactly that.” “Mean Girls” and “SpongeBob SquarePants” are leading the nominations this year — which appear to have been picked by my niece — but our eyes will be on actor David Morse , the North Shore native who received his first-ever nomination for “The Iceman Cometh.” Check out our list of predictions for this year’s awards — and if you must take to the streets to protest your fave losing, at least try to do it like this.
For something more couch-bound for the long term, Ty Burr offers a new list of solid movies available to stream. And on that note, I’m not crying at “Love, Simon,” YOU ARE.
Lastly, Kanye West dropped his eighth studio album, “Ye,” which, like Ye himself, is a lot of things: “Immediately disturbing (‘I Thought About Killing You’), slightly exhilarating (‘Yikes’), bafflingly underwhelming (‘All Mine,’ ‘Wouldn’t Leave,’ and ‘No Mistakes’), and fleetingly brilliant (‘Ghost Town’),” writes the Globe’s Julian Benbow. “The one thing it’s not is coherent.”
And that, dryly shifting Weekenders, is all I’ve got under the sun for you this weekend. JUST KIDDING, IT’S PRIDE Y’ALL. Full schedule of events here. Some tips: Do alternate your Bellinis with bottles of water. Don’t put on your nails before you put in your lenses. Do go see Martha Wash and Big Freedia at City Hall Plaza on Saturday. Don’t pull on people’s harnesses (chest hair! ow!). I think that covers it.
However you decide to spend your weekend, make it one you’ll miss come Monday! We’ll see you next week.Michael Andor Brodeur can be reached at email@example.com. Follow him on Twitter @MBrodeur.