J.T. LeRoy; A Clockwork Orange; Radio 4; Taste of Tribeca; Nancy Sinatra; Mad Max; Bad Wizard/Nebula; Top Chefs Salute Citymeals-on-Wheels

One of those futuristic films that hasn't turned into campy mush but actually looks better and better as it ages (other examples: Fahrenheit 451, Road Warrior and THX 1138), Kubrick's masterful A Clockwork Orange is a kinesthetic symphony of imagery, music and language that, as with all of Kubrick's best adaptations, takes Burgess' somewhat thin and cheeky novel and adds all sorts of emotional, philosophical and political levels of meaning. One of the most beautifully brutal films ever made, like all Kubrick movies it demands to be seen on the big screen if you've only ever seen it at home. It's Weds., May 29, 4 p.m., and Thurs., May 30, 9 p.m., at Lincoln Center's Walter Reade Theater. 165 W. 65th St. (B'way), 875-5600; $9.50.

New York City's irresistibly catchy Radio 4 bring their Gang of Four-style tunes to Brownies this Fri., May 31. Their newest full-length, Gotham (Gern Blandsten), is chock-full of synth-drenched, punkish new-wave numbers. Live, this material will make ya shake yer ass. And lines like, "You don't know where to be a star/You don't know how wrong you are," will be stuck in your head long after the shows ends. Opening are the entertaining Roger Sisters, a local three-piece who blend garage rock and country inspirations. Now's your chance, kids, because Brownies closes early August. 169 Ave. A (betw. 10th & 11th Sts.), 420-8392; $10.

Was it just us, or was this year's 9th Ave. food festival a little below the mark of previous years? Anyway, here's another great, if pricey, opportunity to wander in the street on a nonstop nosh: the Eighth-Annual Taste of Tribeca, which takes over Duane St. between Greenwich and Hudson Sts. Sat., June 1, 11:30-3. It costs $40 ($35 in advance), but proceeds go to P.S. 150 and 234, Ground Zero schools that need the help. And if you fast beforehand, you can fill your gullet like Mr. Creosote on everything from salmon tartare, lamb tamales and huckleberry crepes to homemade ice cream and Tahitian rice pudding, offered by local establishments including Arqua, Bouley, City Hall, El Teddy's, Montrachet, Nobu, Roc, Tribeca Grill and Yaffa's. Good deeds never tasted so good. www.tasteoftribeca.citysearch.com.

An old postcard of Nancy Sinatra in her prime, in white bikini and go-go boots and bad wig, looking vampy, gawky, dumb as an elbow and incredibly sexy, has adorned our wall for years and given us many pleasant moments of idle, mildly nasty reverie. She's now sailed decades past that dopey sexpot stage, but what's left is an essence that's terribly attractive in a completely other way: a stage presence that's the apex of brilliantly deadpan (because unintentional) camp, and an undying legacy of magnificent idiot-savant songs by the inimitable Lee Hazlewood, whose genius for unforgettable, impossibly hooky kitsch is rivaled only by Serge Gainsbourg. We'll be somewhere up front, staring and mouth-breathing, when she plays the Bottom Line this Fri., May 31, and Sat., June 1, at 7:30 & 10:30. And if we catch you doing the knowing hipster twitter or smirk, our boots are gonna walk all over you. 15 W. 4th St. (Mercer St.), 228-9300; $25.

It's no Road Warrior?but then, Road Warrior being one of the most perfectly executed action films ever, what is? The thing about Mad Max, Road Warrior's 1979 predecessor, is that it's never really been seen in this country the way it should've been. Or make that "heard"?because, in an infamously wrongheaded move, it was distributed here with the original Aussie voices excised and cartoony American ones dubbed in. It sounded like a Godzilla movie, and it made the film impossible to appreciate for what it is: an ingenious low-budget road flick, with a young and hunky-vulnerable Mel Gibson as the tormented tragic hero pursuing/pursued by some really creepy, campy bad guys in totally rad muscle cars. Now in a brand new print with the original voices restored, it's definitely worth seeing?and hearing?as part of the "Rescued Treasures" series at the American Museum of the Moving Image, Sat., June 1, 1 p.m. 35th Ave. (36th St.), Astoria, 718-784-0077; $8.50.

Like the Tribeca fest on Sat., this costs a hell of a lot of money, but it's a hell of an event for an exceptional cause. On Mon., June 3, the nation's top chefs salute Citymeals-on-Wheels with a garden party at Rockefeller Center's Rock Center Cafe, Sea Grill, Rink Bar and Esplanade, followed by dancing under the flags and stars. Citymeals feeds the homebound elderly; for $375 (all of it going to the charity; most of it tax-deductible) Daniel Boulud, Claudia Fleming, Susan Spicer, Alice Waters, Michael Mina, Charlie Trotter and scores of others will feed you. More than 15 wineries will keep things loose, and suggested dress is "Festive (Stars & Stripes Optional)." Dinner is 7:30-10 p.m., dancing till midnight, 50th St. (betw. 5th & 6th Aves.), 687-1290, reservations suggested, but tickets will be available at the door.