Independent film icon Timothy Carey is being honored at Philadelphia's International House tonight in collaboration with the Timothy Carey Estate and the artist collective Vox Populi. The film house will screen some of Carey's rarely seen works, including the documentary, Making of Sinner, which is directed by Carey's son, Romeo. A Q&A with the director will follow the screening. Also playing and not to be missed is the never before released Carey masterpiece, The World's Greatest Sinner, which is like spotting a yeti in Philadelphia, only better (and yetis are pretty great).

Carey wrote, produced, directed and starred in 1962's Sinner, which boasts a score by a then unknown Frank Zappa. The film established the impulsive artist -- and he was an artist in every sense of the word -- as an underground legend. Sinners was shot for around $100,000 and Carey used his El Monte home and the city -- including people he met off the streets -- as the stage for his story about an insurance salesman who grows tired of his average life. A chance encounter with a rock n' roll show (his musical performance is like a peek into No Wave) moves him so much that he decides to change his life. He appoints himself God -- even changing his name -- and starts a band, preaching his own gospel (looking smashing in black & gold) and drawing a cult of followers who don Nazi-like armbands with a big F on them (F for follower or F*ck You?). While the crew is out wreaking havoc, God spends his time seducing old women for their bank accounts, getting grabby with young girls and basically behaving badly. I don't want to give away the film's final brilliant scene, but it's everything you could ever hope for.