by Whet Moser
There are, as usual, a number of classic films screening in and around Chicago this week, but my pick for the most profound cinematic treasure in theaters right now is the Looney Tunes Film Festival at the Music Box. Everything I needed to know about the shattering of modernist narratives (e.g. Disney), gallows humor as a bulwark against mortality, and remix culture I learned from the Looney Tunes geniuses--not just Chuck Jones, but Carl Stalling and Michael Maltese as well. It's sort of a child's garden of late-20th-century art, as I once argued (warning: postadolescent overwriting).