Snap twice and step into a night of spooky-chic fun with everyone’s favorite delightfully demented family. The Addams Family serves up graveyard giggles, morbid one-liners, and enough gothic glam to make your heart glow black. Wednesday is sharp as a guillotine, Uncle Fester is back from the dead (maybe), and Gomez is madly in love. Bring your weirdest friends and get ready to feel right at home. Free Photobooth, DJ set by Wyldeflower, bring a picnic with beer and wine.

Float with us under the stars—just don’t follow any red balloons. IT turns childhood fears into cinematic thrills, with Pennywise serving clown-core terror with bikes, blood, and a whole lot of balloons. The Losers’ Club will win your heart while Pennywise tries to eat it. Don’t worry—you’ll float too. Free Photobooth, DJ set by Gaslamp Killer, bring a picnic with beer and wine.

SOLD OUT Here’s to the fools who dream — and to anyone who’s ever tap-danced through a traffic jam. LA LA LAND lights up Independence Day Weekend with jazz, longing, and a Cinemascope sky full of stars (and now fireworks too!). Rebel in a night that’s Singin’ in the Rain sweetness by way of Silver Lake. Bring tissues, wear something luminous, and don’t look directly into Ryan Gosling’s smolder.

SOLD OUT Feel the need for speed, Maverick? Strap in, hit play on “Danger Zone,” and prepare for lift-off. Top Gun is soaring back into our hearts du this Fourth of July with fireworks (literal and emotional). Cruise is at peak charm, Goose is everyone’s dream best friend, and yes, we will all sing along to “You’ve Lost That Lovin’ Feelin’” Grab your aviators and someone to high five. Warning: prolonged exposure may cause the urge to play shirtless volleyball.

SOLD OUT! Sadboy Bogie goes from jaded to joyful when old flame Ingrid Bergman walks into his gin joint (of all places). Sparks fly, secrets unravel, and things get complicated faster than you can say “Play it again, Sam.” It’s wartime romance with tickled ivories, tugged heartstrings, and impressive trench coats. Join us for a timeless love story wrapped in smoky glamour and a firm middle finger to fascism. Here’s lookin’ at you, Angelenos!