'Havana Nights' won't be the time of your life
I didn't go into "Dirty Dancing 2: Havana Nights" with high expectations. In fact, I went in with the lowest expectations I could muster.
I didn't go into "Dirty Dancing 2: Havana Nights" with high expectations. In fact, I went in with the lowest expectations I could muster.
Famous and funny Dartmouth grad Aisha Tyler publishes her first book, 'Swerve'
A typical visual survey of the basement of Collis does not incite enthusiastic praise from most Dartmouth students.
The hour is early morning; an otherworldly blue haze swirls over the Garden of Gethsemane. Off in a quiet corner, an anguished man kneels in prayer, his brow and tousled hair dripping with sweat, as he quietly struggles to put to rest some inner dilemma. In this opening scene of Mel Gibson's "The Passion of the Christ," the anguished man alone in the garden is, of course, Jesus Christ moments before his arrest. Yet what is most striking about this opening scene is precisely how human this Jesus is, how ordinary he seems as he prepares to meet his crucifixion. Indeed, throughout the movie, Gibson's Jesus remains, above all, human -- and it is in so humanizing Jesus that the film is at its most powerful. All of the dialogue is in Aramaic, Latin or Hebrew, seemingly to prevent translation from creating yet another degree of separation between the viewer and the human Jesus. In flashbacks throughout the film, we see non-Biblically based flashbacks of Jesus' childhood again seemingly calculated to humanize him.
Quick! Name the last time you saw a single production featuring the talents of the theater department, SHEBA, The Dartmouth Aires and the Dartmouth Symphony Orchestra. If you're stumped, that's likely because it has never happened, according to Amanda Ameer '04.
Pulitzer Prize-winning playwright speaks at intimate Briggs Opera House in White River Jct.
Sometimes a movie is so grossly overrated it's hard to imagine how it got the praise that has been so generously heaped upon it.
It's not every night that a Spaulding crowd, whose constituents can range from blas college students to senior citizens, unanimously rises from its seats mid-performance to sing and dance along with the performers.
What a long, strange trip it's been. From Manhattan to the Hamptons to Paris and back, our four favorite single and fabulous-exclamation-point ladies have finally gone out with a bang (and I mean that in all senses of the word). Carrie Bradshaw and company have bid farewell to not only their primetime home on HBO, but also to an unforgettable era of television history.
"Who knows, someone might actually learn something," said Jon Wang, a lead character in the final moments of "Asian-Americana" Saturday night.
Legendary playwright Arthur Miller will be appearing at the Briggs Opera House in White River Junction, Vt.
It's not every day that a college-age theater group has the opportunity to actually speak with the writer of the play they are producing.
The Wrap, which opened its doors Feb. 14, fills a much-needed niche in Hanover's dining scene. With healthy and varied options, ranging from Thai fare to the classic Caesar salad, there is only one catch -- nearly everything on the menu must be wrapped or tossed in a bowl. With speedy service, a friendly staff and a made-to-order style, The Wrap invites customers to unwind.
Norah Jones can capture a mood, and "Feels Like Home," Jones' sophomore album on Blue Note Records, feels just as comfortable as her first release, "Come Away With Me." Jones's new album sounds just a shade to the Nashville side of her former release, with guests Dolly Parton, Band alumni Levon Helm and Garth Hudson and Tony Scherr (who also played slide guitar in "Lonestar" on Jones' previous album) occasionally turning up the twang, but not to the point where it's that much different than her debut. If anything, "Feels Like Home" may be a homecoming of sorts for Jones, who grew up in the country music-filled air of Dallas, Texas.
Murder, intrigue, sexy French women and shocking eroticism are just a few of the things that come to mind when one thinks about French filmmaker Bertrand Blier.
In China, it's the year of the Monkey. In Iraq, it's the year of freedom from Saddam's rule. And in Hollywood, it's the year of the adaptation.
When the beats to your favorite song start booming at a party, it is probably not the serendipitous coincidence that you think it is.
It only seems fitting that a guitar quartet whose sound transcends genres and instruments would be born from the diversity of southern California.
Let's be honest: Dartmouth is hardly the fashion capital of the world. North Face jackets and oversized sweatshirts are more ubiquitous than a C- in a chemistry class, and many students still think an "ugg" is the sound one utters when slipping on a patch of ice.
The Hopkins Center curates new art exhibits all the time, but rarely has one spawned the strong reactions and growing discussion as the paintings of Chawky Frenn shown in the Upper Jewitt Corridor by the Courtyard Caf. Reactions among the student body as a whole have been mixed, but what some deem the controversial nature of the images has led in general to more discussion among the students than shows previously hung in the corridor have.