D. Crockett Bunker meets the press in Lee Basannavar's Briefing, screening at this year's Eureka International Film Festival (Photo: EIFF)

--Remember last week, when there was all of CineKink's hotttt, smutty sexiness streaking the theater walls down at Anthology? Well, the hazmat crew has been and gone, and the Eureka! International Film Festival has moved in for the weekend with an equally heady blend of politics. The organizers peg the fest as a nonpartisan event "encouraging filmmakers to share their unique stories in an effort to foster global understanding," and if you do not believe them, check out the line-up that features everything from in-depth looks at at Ronald Regan's victory over Communism (In the Face of Evil) to Saturday's NYC premiere of the medical-marijuana documentary Waiting to Inhale. As you know, this is not an easy city to pull off right-wing anything, so why not drop in? A little ideological balance might do your righteous ass some good.

--It seems like it was just yesterday that I was down at the Pioneer Theater talking to Dr. Reinhardt van Nostrand about the long month of horror films he had programmed. And now look at us: It is the end of the month, and the old man is pulling out all the stops with tonight's All-Night Vampire Movie Marathon. The Pioneer promises "at least 578 minutes" of vampire flicks, from sundown to sunrise, including the NYC indie-horror standards Habit and New York Vampire. And if that is not enough, stop in tomorrow for a program of avant-garde horror films and stay late for an exclusive selection of Burning Angel horror porn (including the world premiere of, yes, The XXXorcist). Bring your ID and do not sit in front of the guy in the overcoat.

--Politics and fucking zombies not your thing? How about Billy Wilder? Probably my personal favorite Wilder film, Ace in the Hole, gets an exceedingly rare screening tomorrow at the Museum of the Moving Image in Astoria as part of the museum's continuing Some Like it Wilder series. Kirk Douglas plays a ruthless reporter who blows up a mine tragedy into a media circus, presaging Network by about 25 years and setting back American perceptions of journalists even further than that. Too bad it is so totally entertaining--even if it wields enough wretched grimness to blow out the sun. Enjoy!