Wednesday, January 7

Wake up, suckers! Two thousand eight was not in fact just a bad dream! To recap: First the investment bankers lost their jobs, and then, while we were busy enjoying some harmless schadenfreude (not to mention ridiculous sales!), the rest of us did, too! Meanwhile some nice old man named Bernie Madoff stole billions of dollars from a blond family in Greenwich once featured in Vanity Fair! The social wasteland that is January kicks off with obscene Arctic temperatures (expect a speech from dear ole dad recounting that Michael Crichton book he read a while back about how global warming is a liberal hoax) and an unsettling lack of socialites mugging it up for the camera (recuperating from holiday dermatological procedures, duh). Count on avant-garde theater types to keep things light around here as they unveil a festival of—why not?—ironic puppet theater at St. Ann’s Warehouse! Offerings include The Demon Bridegroom, set in prewar Romania, and Hope, about a monkey and a mouse launched into space during 1940s and ’50s rocket tests. Squeak! Later, Film Forum ups the ante with Silent Light, a Cannes Film Festival star that bills itself as a “tale of adultery in Mennonite Mexico.” Pass the sunscreen!

[Labapalooza at St. Ann’s Warehouse, 38 Water Street, Brooklyn, 8 p.m., 718-254-8779; Silent Light, Film Forum, 209 West Houston Street, 212-727-8110, www.filmforum.org]

mbryan@observer.com

Wednesday, January 7