Who Is Bozo Texino? (Sun., June 25, 8 p.m., $5, Black Floor Gallery, 319A N. 11th St., third floor) This Small Change visit by filmmaker Bill Daniel was a last-minute addition, but what can you expect from a self-proclaimed "confirmed tramp"? Daniel, who last visited Small Change in 2002, has spent years riding the rails with modern-day hobos, one of a handful of filmmakers who have seized on the dwindling subculture as a symbol of life lived without social constraints. As such, Daniels' documentary Who Is Bozo Texino? is an unabashedly romantic vision, filmed in warm, grainy black and white with few mentions of the downside of transient life, apart from the fact that increased security makes hopping a boxcar harder all the time.

Who Is Bozo Texino?

Although Daniel's title portends a search for a specific figure, he's clearly less interested in individual stories than a collective portrait; he often disassociates his image from the person who's speaking, so the voice seems to issue from the inside of a dusty train car or the land rushing by outside. Luckily, it turns out for Daniel that Bozo Texino, whose cartoonish self-portrait adorns untold numbers of train cars, bridge supports and barn doors across the country, is as much a mythic creation as a real person. One hobo (the term they prefer—don't call them bums or tramps) theorizes Bozo was a bottling-plant worker from Boulder, another is firm that he was a railroad-car worker from Houston (thus, presumably, the surname). But it's also clear that many hobos have more than one name, and those names are often passed along or simply stolen. Daniel finally succeeds in locating a Bozo Texino, one who can reproduce the familiar caricature blindfolded. As to whether he's the Bozo Texino (or, for that matter, Waterbed Lou, the Kitepaste Kid, or any of the other aliases he claims), Daniel is necessarily mute. But by then, Daniel has firmly established that his goal is the search, and not its completion.

Beyond the Valley of the Dolls (Tue., dusk, Liberty Lands Park, Third and Poplar sts.) The city seems a little short on summer movie series this year, but the venerable Lawn Chair Drive-In has finally stuck its head above ground. Every Tuesday at dusk through Aug. 22, Todd Kimmel and friends will be showing a different movie in Liberty Lands, and for once the fare isn't the usual collection of worn-out classics and kiddie 'toons. (They're also, god bless 'em, still showing film.) Although most of the Lawn Chair's entries are family-friendly, you'll want to leave the kids at home for Russ Meyer's violent, drug-riddled and generally psychotic Beyond the Valley of the Dolls. Written by Roger Ebert, whose four-star dialogue includes such gems as "You will drink the black sperm of my vengeance!", Meyer's tale of Hollywood sleaze has achieved cult-classic status mainly by dint of its grim determination to shock. Compared to the visionary filth of Meyer's Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill!, Dolls' offenses seems calculated and a bit canned. But under the night sky, with your libation of choice by your side, it's bound to seem like a pretty good idea.

Game 6 ($27.98 DVD) There aren't too many movies whose primary selling point is their first-time screenwriter, but "Written by Don DeLillo" is bound to draw a bigger crowd than "Starring Michael Keaton" or "From the director of One Fine Day." Set on the day of the penultimate game of the 1986 World Series, Game 6 follows Keaton's playwright as he rushes toward several kinds of doom. For one thing, he's a lifelong Red Sox fan who (correctly) assumes his beloved team is about to blow another chance at glory; for another, he's a playwright whose latest work is scheduled for review by Manhattan's most feared critic (Robert Downey Jr.). In his commentary, Michael Hoffman perceptively draws out the symbolism in DeLillo's script, but his colorless direction brings nothing to the table; as a movie, it's a great screenplay. Keaton tries to bluster his way through the part, and Downey lets his '80s style wigs do the acting for him. Yo La Tengo's floaty score smooths a few gaps, but ultimately, Game 6 strikes out.