In case you'd never seen The Fly and had always thought it was just some movie about a giant zipper, here's your chance to cleanse your mind with the fine edge of a 35mm film print. Tonight's double bill of the 1958 original and its 1965 sequel, Curse of the Fly, showcases the hidden terror of scientific inquiry — fictional and lurid though it may be — with scientist Andre Delambre experimenting with the teleportation of matter. What started out as a possible cure for that Getty Center stop-and-go freeway nightmare turns into a nightmare of a different sort: He forgets to check if the disintegrator-integrator is completely clean of dirt and debris and winds up with a fly's head as a result of his short-sightedness. His faithful wife has his back when all else fails and crushes his head in a hydraulic press. Talk about devotion! The sequel is more of the same, with all sorts of absurd you-got-your-chocolate-in-my-peanut-butter pseudo-science-fiction. Kurt Neumann, who directed The Fly, died shortly before the film came out, so he never got a chance to enjoy what you will tonight. Million Dollar Theatre, 307 S. Broadway, dwntwn.; Wed., March 7, 7:30 p.m.; $9, (213) 617-3600,

Wed., March 7, 7:30 p.m., 2012

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