(Credit: Nathan Schiff)
Is “Weasels Rip My Flesh” the most sophisticated title in cinema? No, but it gets an A for accuracy. Perhaps the worst low-budget horror film ever—we know, they all compete for that title—this 1979 gem features 11-year-olds with Long Island accents dropping F-bombs and a rabid, radioactive space weasel who develops gigantism and devours, well, 11-year-olds with Long Island accents. Also noteworthy: the most heinous mustaches in cinematic history.
611 N. Fairfax Ave., Fairfax District; 10 p.m.; $10
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