Stranger, smaller-room, and in-the-know Scope NYC picks for Monday, June 8.
Anthology's early Akerman-adjacent slot is a precise cinephile detour, quiet on paper and very specific in practice.
With a title like Fried Shoes, Cooked Diamonds, this Anthology screening already lives in the stranger corner of the calendar.
ASL improv at Caveat has a genuinely particular format, far more interesting than the run of generic Monday comedy shows.
NoFun Fest at Berlin sounds scrappy in the right way, with enough neighborhood-band specificity to earn the deep-cut slot.
The title and basement address both point toward a small, self-made art night rather than a clean gallery circuit stop.
C'mon Everybody gives this comedy premise a Brooklyn queer-nightlife frame, making it sharper than the title first suggests.
The Ginsberg documentary keeps the night literary, archival, and downtown without pretending to be a broad Monday crowd-pleaser.
Nitehawk's late Pink Flamingos slot is pure cult-cinema gravity, best for viewers who know exactly what they are signing up for.
A Close Up set that opens into a jam has the right after-hours musician energy, intimate and a little unpredictable.
Mezzrow's late vinyl slot is for the people who want the jazz night to keep mutating after the sets are done.