'Last Five Years' debuts in Bentley
Larkin Elderon / The Dartmouth Staff If you assumed that the theater department's resources were exhausted this term by the colossal undertaking that was "Julius Caesar," you were mistaken.
Larkin Elderon / The Dartmouth Staff If you assumed that the theater department's resources were exhausted this term by the colossal undertaking that was "Julius Caesar," you were mistaken.
There is light at the end of Hanover's winter tunnel. Finals are almost upon us, which means Dartmouth's Winter term is nearly finished.
Courtesy of dartmouthidol.com This Thursday night in Spaulding Auditorium, the finalists of Dartmouth Idol will compete for the three top prizes of $500, $250, and $100, as well as certifiable campus celebrity street cred.
Editor's note: This is the final part in a weekly series reexamining films from the past.
It seems improbable that the piano and banjo could combine to make progressive jazz -- dabbled with bluegrass here and there -- without sounding like a novelty act.
Recent releases from the Killers and Gorillaz both showcase a growing trend: musical multiplication.
When picturing the banjo, most people imagine toothless hillbillies from God knows where, sitting on a dilapidated porch, picking away at the strings with a stalk of straw in their mouth.
The classical music performance group Aguava -- literally translated as "alarm" in Spanish -- chose its name to evoke images associated with the fear of flooding, with particular emphasis on the aftermath of a flood -- "the discovery and feeling associated with complete and total inundation," said Carmen Tellez, one of the artistic directors and producers of Aguava.
Courtesy of mountain-goats.com The Mountain Goats have amassed a cult following over the course of more than fifteen prolific years but still teeter on the edge of mainstream popularity.
Courtesy of Tim Chingos "Et tu, Brute?" When Julius Caesar, played by Matthew Cohn '08, uttered this famous line at the Friday, Feb.
Editor's Note: This is the second part in a weekly series examining films of the past. Quentin Tarantino is said to have called Wong Kar-Wai the coolest filmmaker out there -- and he wasn't exaggerating.Wong Kar-Wai wrote and directed the cult classic film "Chungking Express" (1994), which Quentin Tarantino immediately fell in love with and distributed in the United States.
Courtesy of eclipsepictures.net It's not easy being Charlie Bartlett.
A black and pewter pseudo-blog adorned with self-aware advertisements and caricatures, VoteForTheWorst.com has been dutifully and thanklessly disturbing the melismatic peace on pop-culture juggernaut "American Idol" for four years now. With David Della Terza at the helm -- a longtime Idol devotee shortlisted by CNN Money as one of last year's Top 24 rabble-rousing innovators -- VFTW has over the years matched the hugely popular and profitable karaoke competition step for step by spotlighting its skulduggery, damning its pervasive commercialism and, most essentially, undermining its ambitions for crooners with actual talent.
Courtesy of Adam Belanich Adam Belanich '08 is an artist on a mission.
Courtesy of Tim Chingos The name Shakespeare does not generally suggest accessibility.
Courtesy of Collider.com When I went to see "The Kite Runner" (2007) I half expected it to be terrible.
If you somehow doubted the genius of the songstress responsible for such albums as "Butterfly," "Glitter" and "Rainbow," Mariah Carey is back to remind you that she's not just another diva with a five-octave vocal range and 17 number one hits -- she's also kind of clever. Carey has parodied Einstein's most famous theorem in the title of her highly anticipated new album "E = MC2," which is slated to begin its inevitable reign at the top of the charts on April 15, 2008. "Touch my Body," the recently released first single from the album, is crack-cocaine for the ears. Imagine yourself in Mariah Carey's stilettos.
A wise man once told me the "Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthin' to f' wit." With that in mind, I hope you understand the risks involved in dealing with one of the most respected acts in hip-hop music. In 1993, the Wu Tang Clan birthed a work of art so stunning and raw that it can only be described in bloated James Lipton-esque grandeur.
Editor's Note: This is the first part in a weekly series examining forgotten films. Certain movies are historical oddities.
It seems that today's preteen set is smitten with a certain Hannah Montana.