At the start of his career, French defense lawyer Jacques Vergès represented the bomb-planting Algerian women immortalized in The Battle of Algiers. He so identified with their anticolonial cause that he even married one of them. But by the '80s, he was friends with members of the Khmer Rouge and accepting huge infusions of cash from the man responsible for the murder of Congolese nationalist Patrice Lumumba. This movie is packed with so much glamour and carnage you won't believe it's a documentary about one man. (Varsity, 4329 University Way NE, 781-5755. 9:40 pm, $9.25.)

David Mamet's 1976 classic profiles one day in a claustrophobic junk shop in Chicago and three men who talk, worry, and fight over a robbery they're planning for that evening. The performers are fevered and desperate, particularly Mark Fullerton as a ne'er-do-well, who flaps and sputters around the stage like a spastic, pissed-off scarecrow. We already know how it ends—with one of the triumvirate bleeding, one smashing up the shop, and the third watching helplessly—but the conclusion is still alarming. (Theater Schmeater, 1500 Summit Ave, 800-838-3006. 8 pm, $15/$18.)