Hello! Welcome to Arts in America, covering this Tuesday that feels like a Monday, as well as numerous regions that are by no means America. Today’s delights:

* After a second summer slaying ‘em in Provincetown, Seattle’s own Dina Martina has announced another step on her path to world domination: An extended New York run of her new show Dina Martina: Soft Palate, Fallen Arches. The show runs from September 22 to October 7 at the Cutting Room, and in addition to the usual parade of unforgettable horrors, the show should provide some first-rate star-gazing. (Ms. Martina’s last NY show drew such luminaries as Whoopi Goldberg, John Waters, Tony Kushner, Law & Order’s awesome S. Epatha Merkerson, and, uh, “Peace Mom” Cindy Sheehan.)

* Where do MySpace profiles go when they die? MyDeathSpace.com. Read about the entirely non-ironic site here.

* Meanwhile in non-American art: Chinese film director Lou Ye has been banned by from making films in his home country for five years, after his movie Summer Palace screened at Cannes without government approval, and former Spice Girl Gerri Halliwell believes her baby was clobbered by a nanny.

And finally here’s your Stranger Suggests for the day, written by me about a movie I liked a lot more than I expected to. (Toni Collette may be the world’s greatest film actress who isn’t Meryl Streep.)

Little Miss Sunshine (CROWD PLEASER) Tracking a dysfunctional-to-the-last-person family on a cross-country road trip, Little Miss Sunshine is as contrived as a knock-knock joke. But underneath all the contrivance glows a sweet, warm, fucked-up comedy you’ll be happy to see. The saviors are the actors—Toni Collette, Greg Kinnear, Steve Carell, and breakout indie starlet Abigail Breslin—who light up this frequently predictable parade with tiny moments of inspired, idiosyncratic brilliance. (See Movie Times for details.) DAVID SCHMADER