Ingmar Bergman is dead. The Guardian has a lengthy obituary.

Two Boots Theatre in the East Village has a screening of Out of Status, a documentary about the on the treatment of Muslim immigrants after 9/11; it follows four families whose lives changed after immigration laws were selectively enforced. (August 1-7)

Sabina England has an utterly delightful five minute play, Osama Doesn’t Care About White People. You can read other plays by this amazing playwright on her blog.

Today I watched the documentary Mingus: Charlie Mingus at the Brooklyn Academy of Music, it was part of the Afro Punk program. Ah! the pleasures of watching old fashioned direct cinema documentaries. No frantic editing and extensive producing, forcing the film to tell a “story” that feeds you every little detail so that you don’t actually have to do any work on your own. The film was shot the night before Mingus was being evicted from his studio in the late 60s, interspersed with concert footage shot in jazz clubs. Mingus holds forth on race, history, landlords, plays with his five year old daughter, plays the piano, shoots a gun, and the film is content to let him be. For some reason I imagined Mingus would be grumpy, and in a bad mood, so I was taken aback at the casual brilliance and charisma of the man. And he was funny. His oath of allegiance to the flag is not be missed.