Sat. Dec. 2

 How can you not love the Upper Crust? They're the Boston-New York hard rock band who dress as faux French noblemen (pre-Revolution) who talk in snooty British accents and write songs about the miseries of being rich and privileged. It started as, let's face it, a gimmick devised by ex-Titanics/Flies singer-guitarist Nat Freedberg (aka Lord
Bendover) and now ... it's still a gimmick, albeit one that's spanned parts of two centuries. (The 1990s into 2006) Now, there's a mockumentary about this quintet called "The Upper Crust: Let Them Eat Rock,'' by Rodman Flender and it's screening Saturday at midnight at the Coolidge Corner Theatre. It's presented by the Boston Underground Film Festival and hosted by the director, aka Bachus Maximus. The film is divided into two five year periods showing the improbable rise of the Crust and the ... well, not fall, exactly, just changes. These guys still exist, still sound like a punk AC/DC, still look like rough fops in powdered wigs and still whip off sly. witty remarks and retorts. All to beer-sotted crowds, aka the peasantry. The movie is $9 and as a bonus, you get an 18th century-styled performance from Black Cat Burlesque to start. (Local trivia: The Upper Crust pizza parlor on Harvard st. is practially next door to where the Upper Crust movie is showing. Somebody, do a cross-promotion! Quick! It's almost showtime!)

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