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The scene outside last night's Midnight Mass screening of .

The singing starts at 7 p.m. and 9 p.m. at Slim's; $15.

-- Brazilian Independence Day Celebration: Help celebrate Brazil's independence from Portugal by getting drunk, listening to master drummer Jorge Alabe, maybe doing a forbidden dance or two, and much more. The festivities start at 7 p.m. at Rhythmix Cultural Works, 2513 Blanding, Alameda; $15.

-- Bad Boys of Runway: Project Runway enfant terribles Santino Rice and Jeffrey Sebelia help host and judge a fashion show along with the fascinating Denise Hale and the hilarious Marga Gomez. Juanita MORE! performs an opening number that’s not to be missed. (Like, seriously, don't.) The pre-show prefaces a screening of The Women (1939), with a VIP reception afterwards. Partial proceeds benefit CUAV (Community United Against Violence), so…yay! Show starts at 7:30 p.m. at the Castro Theatre, Castro & Market Streets; tickets are $15-$55.

-- Are you ready for the genius that is Peaches Christ and her Midnight Mass cult-film series? [Bay Area Reporter] -- Television -- glorious, warm, loving television! -- on BART cars? Hmm. [Inside Bay Area, Oakland Tribune] -- Matt Stroud takes a brief, much-needed break from his Rocky-like boxing bootcamp training. [The Snitch] -- Affordable housing advocates get pinched by the fuzz. Remember, purveyors of justice: don't drop the soap! [Fog City Journal] --...

Aw, yeah! Though the Midnight Mass film series has ended, Peaches Christ isn't done with us yet. This Saturday, she opens the doors of the Bridge Theatre for one last midnight extravaganza, The San Francisco Underground Short Film Festival.

The summer, she goes so fast! It wasn't that long ago that we heralded the beginning of Peaches Christ's Midnight Mass film series, and here we are at the party's end.

will remind us. That's right, it's the year 2000, and the cool new sport is kill as many pedestrians and other drivers as possible (insert Muni joke here). Caine and Rocky star alongside Mary Woronov in this Queen B of thrillers.

at Midnight Mass, at the beautiful Bridge Theatre.

We're so pleased with ourselves for coming up with this other Us-Weekly-style tagline for Kimberly Guilfoyle's bump-belly watch! Baby splashdown date around September.

What to do before we hit Midnight Mass tonight? Absolute tops on our list is the most worthy fundraiser for San Francisco's best magazine, The Skinny.

Renaissance-woman entertainer Peaches Christ topped our personal dream list of SFist interviewees since before we started the site, but (and we're not kidding about this) we've always been too starstruck and intimidated to actually approach her. That's right, we'll march boldly up to Gavin and say all sorts of stupid s**T, but PC left us shaking in our flip flops. Hey, at least we have our priorities straight!

Have a grey suit? How about some cake make up? A red bow tie? If you do, then we recommend you turn out for tomorrow's Paul Reubens Day celebrations. That's right, fourteen years to the week after Paul was arrested in a Florida porn theater loving himself as much as we love him. Teaming up with the kids at the Center for Sex and Culture and San Francisco Superstar Peaches Christ, this year promises to be the biggest and best so far.

We're bored silly just looking at most of the new releases this weekend, which have striken us with a malaise so severe we can't even summon the energy to make fun of Mick LaSalle. There's only one cure for the illness we're suffering from: the magical healing power of Madonna.

We are hopelessly addicted to Peaches Christ. The performer, filmmaker, movie curator, and cult mastermind is like San Francisco's own walking version of the Rocky Horror Picture Show: a strange, acerbic, glamorously aggressive drag queen protectress. Best known for her Midnight Mass series, her cable access show, and her occasional hosting of at Trannyshack, Ms. Christ (along with her dapper alter-ego, Joshua Grannell) has compiled four of her excellent horror films -- "Season of the Troll," "A Nightmare on Castro Street," "Whatever Happened to Peaches Christ," and "Grindhouse" -- and screened them Sunday night for a packed, frenzied crowd at the Castro.

Finally, our holiday film season begins. There are so many great movies opening this weekend that we don't know where to begin.

Because SFist is ready for simpler times, when perhaps the country wasn't shrill shades of read and blue, but rather a more velvety purple, we're quite excited about this weekend's Sing-a-Long Purple Rain in celebration of the film's 20th anniversary. Things get all Lake Minnetoka this Saturday at midnight, at the Bridge Theatre (3010 Geary at Blake, Inner Richmond). It's the last showing of the Midnight Mass movie series, a favorite of SFist Watches, and is hosted as usual by local sensation Peaches Christ. Bring a lighter and lacy, fingerless gloves.

Even if this weren't Halloween weekend, we'd be a litle bit psyched about seeing Saw, a violent and gory thriller starring The Dread Pirate Roberts and Detective Murtaugh. Meta comedy aside, this movie about genius serial killers and hand saws looks seriously creepy. Then again, the remake of The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (interestingly enough, the original is also referred to as "Saw" by ardent fans) also had a kick-a** trailer, and we all know how crummy that one was. We're willing to take our chances and make it our big budget pick of the week. You can catch it at any of our fine Bay Area metroplexes.

There are so many reasons why Team America: World Police is our big budget pick of the week. Let us count the ways: 1)Dude, puppets. Who f**k. Yeah. 2)That pompous ass Sean Penn is lampooned in the film. We already thought his performance in Mystic River approached brilliant self-parody, but this takes the extra step into genius. Finally, there's 3) Our sworn Nemesis Mick LaSalle who gives it an empty chair. Given that our (and we know we're not alone) long-standing motto is to believe exactly the opposite of whatever LaSalle writes, TAWP must be the greatest movie of all time. Did we mention the f**cking puppets? Anyway, you can catch it at any of our local metroplexes.