Most people with even a passing interest in film have seen Stanley Kubrick's masterpieces—A Clockwork Orange, Dr. Strangelove, etc. But this curiosity, released in 1955, is a chance to see the director's work before his famed iciness took hold. The simple story—fighter meets taxi dancer, taxi dancer's boss ain't happy about it—is an excuse to muck around in the grime of '50s Manhattan. Any movie that climaxes with a surreal fight in a mannequin factory is worthy of attention. (SIFF Cinema, 321 Mercer St, 324-9996. 7:15 and 9 pm, $10.)

They know what the crowd wants. They want the hits, and they want them to sound exactly the way they sounded during the Reagan administration. Hearing them again—"Rich Girl," "Private Eyes," "I Can't Go for That (No Can Do)," etc., etc.—gives you the same basic happiness that a toddler experiences by sliding a triangle-shaped block into a triangle-shaped hole. To be at a Hall & Oates concert is to watch this happen to thousands of people at once. (McCaw Hall, 321 Mercer St, www.ticketmaster.com. 7:30 pm, $39.50–$69.50, all ages.)