Yes, that's right. Béla Tarr's Sátántangó -- the 7.5 hour tracking shot masterwork, fabled by virtually everyone's who's ever laid their eyes on it, serially ripped by Gus Van Sant 3.0 -- is making the rounds through MoMa starting tomorrow, with Wednesday and Thursday cutting it in half and the whole shebang being threaded up from Friday to Monday. The screening isn't Out 1-rare, but, then, it's hardly a Hitchcock retro, either.
This is also as fine a time as any to bemoan my near-poverty, a state I'm in until late next week. If it turns out there is an intelligent designer, s/he sure doesn't approve of my cinephilic streak. [Update: This turned out to be greatly exaggerated.]
(Feel free to congratulate me on finally taking the fifteen seconds to figure out how to add pictures. Looks so much more professional, no?)