Greater Good

The GGSC was generously gifted five free tickets to a Berkeley screening of the new documentary Saint Misbehavin: The Wavy Gravy Movie—and we want to give them to you!

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The film is a look at the life of activist, clown, poet, and pop culture icon Wavy Gravy—yes the same Wavy Gravy as the Ben & Jerry’s ice cream flavor, the guy who famously said at Woodstock, “What we had in mind was breakfast in bed for 500,000.”

The tickets are for an 8pm screening tomorrow night (Thursday, December 9th) at the Landmark Shattuck Cinemas in downtown Berkeley—it’s the final night of the film’s theatrical run in Berkeley

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If you’re not in Berkeley, keep an eye out for the film, which is now making its way across the country. It opens today in New York; the glowing review in today’s New York Times called it “an unabashed love letter to the world that defies the cynicism of our age.”

For more on the film and Wavy Gravy, here’s part of the review from the Berkeley Daily Planet:

During his jester days, Wavy took his lumps from the truncheons of justice. Police beatings left him so battered that he had to undergo three spinal fusion surgeries to repair the damage. On two occasions, he spent months encased in a full-body cast—the “All Star Cast” and the “Cast of Thousands”—but he refused to remain idle. He continued to travel and insisted on being carried to protests on a stretcher, cast and all.

He first donned a clown’s face to help cheer young patients at the cancer ward at Oakland’s Children’s Hospital cancer ward. One day, when he showed up at a protest at People’s Park still wearing his clown get-up, he was surprised to discover that the police refused to pummel him. While a political Jester is born to pester, no cop wants to be seen clubbing a clown. In the film, Wavy is shown steering his van through Berkeley’s streets on a shopping trip and chuckling as he points to the blue handicapped placard dangling from his rear-view mirror. “Because the cops beat me up, I can now park anywhere I want, anytime, for the rest of my life!” It’s a typical burst of irrepressible positivity. When you are Wavy Gravy, even persecution has its perks.