It pains me to report that this weekend’s screening of Sleeper at the Sci-fi Museum (which, er, I was slated to host, instead of the lovely and talented Tim Appelo) has been cancelled, due to a change in management. For those still wanting to hear my trenchant thoughts on Woody Allen’s one indisputable comedic masterpiece (The goddamn cheap Japanese Jet Pack! The Killer Pudding! The Giant Banana Peel gag! “Nobody move, or the nose gets it!”), I’ll be happy to hold forth at any given opportunity. My speaking fee? Malt Liquor. No Mickey’s.