BITE ME: What better place to relive the creeping terror of 1975’s ‘Jaws’ – helmed by a very young Steven Spielberg, albeit one who’d already grasped a few elemental things about edge-of-your seat entertainment – than on the flight deck of the U.S.S. Intrepid? Just don’t go in the water. 8:30PM.
LAST DANCE: It’s the last Brooklyn Filmmaker's Collective event of the season, so naturally it should be an evening of 20 two-minute short films about the apocalypse. A varied lineup of filmmakers ponder The End at the Music Hall of Williamsburg at 8PM.
STATESMAN: He’s Sir Paul McCartney, people. He can perform on top of the Ed Sullivan Theater marquee if he wants to. You’re going to deny him the pleasure of your company at Citi Field? (His marks the first concert at the green sports venue, by the way.) 7PM.