Assuming our fair city is all powered up and dried out, the Paranoia crew should be back in Philly to block our streets and run our photographers/daughters ragged hunting for Liam Hemsworth and Miley Cyrus this week. Accord to Greater Philadelphia Film Org doyenne Sharon Pinkenson, right now it’s all about prep work. The stars will come later. If Josh Holloway can tear himself from Ten (also starring Arnold Schwarzenegger), we’ll catch him at his Philly haunt Hip City Veg. If Gary Oldman can leave RoboCop at the Michigan/Canadian border, he’ll be here. Surely Harrison Ford, who had a small benign lump removed from his nose, will be healed if we need him. Fuck Do No Harm. It’s time to get Paranoiiid.
I ducked my head into 119 South St. to see what’s left of Black Angus Steak and Supper Club the other day. Not much. The space has forever been a favorite, grand and wide enough to hold a parquet dance floor for flamenco dancers. Right now they’re tearing out ornate fixtures and wood moldings. Soon, very soon, it’ll have bigger fish to fry, with David Ralic’s Ralic’s Seafood gearing up for a way-pre-Thanksgiving opening. Another jewel in the South Street crown, Bill Curry’s craft-everything Redwood (aptly named, given its design elements) beat Ralic’s to the starting line with a quiet opening last Thursday. Curry and his nephew Dan Christensen are at the front of this place.
Lynnette Shelley is quite the complicated princess of darkness when it comes to her prog-punk act The Red Masque. Her painting is no less complex or dusky. She’s got two local shows afoot: Nov. 3’s “Monster’s Ball” exhibition at Artworks in Trenton, N.J., and the Nov. 4 to 25 “Wild at Art” show at Manayunk Roxborough Art Center, 419 Green Lane. Plus, the next Red Masque Kickstarter-assisted disc Mythalogue is due out in early 2013.
East Passyunk Avenue is getting its first after-dinner drinking salon in Pollyodd, a shop named for distiller Joan Verratti’s line of lemoncellos, lime-cellos, orange-cellos and more. Tell you the truth, I’m pretty certain it’s this city’s only lemoncello hot spot.
Maybe I’m sad the world didn’t end after all: This Friday on Fox 29, Michael Lohan and Philly’s Celebrity Boxing Federation promoter Damon Feldman will meet in Judge Alex’s courtroom over a little matter of $5,000 payment for two scheduled boxing matches that Lindsay’s errant father never showed up for. I shed a tear. ™ It must be love if it was on the Howard Stern show: Mazel and tov to onetime Philadelphian/sometime meteorologist John Bolaris and gal pal Erica Smitheman for getting engaged on Stern’s Sirius program on Monday.
Icepack gets illustrated at citypaper.net/criticalmass.
