Human ecotones: where the mind meets the land
Prof. Terry Osborne's 'Sightlines' is a memoir of twelve years of exploring the self and the surroundings
Prof. Terry Osborne's 'Sightlines' is a memoir of twelve years of exploring the self and the surroundings
New album will win back disenfranchised fans, despite the absence of Marty Friedman on guitar
The three one-acts, penned by Dartmouth undergrads, are as insightful in concept as riveting in execution
The new album will please the masses with pop appeal, while bringing disenchanted fans back into the fold
Aerosmith's latest release is more radio-friendly, has less rock
The paradoxical musician's lyrically deviant 'Electric Mile' is filled with characteristic old-school jams
"One Night at McCool's," is a good movie. Not a great movie, but good nonetheless. McCool's is the story of how Liv Tyler attempted to change her image from that of an innocent, love-lorn teen to that of a full-blown sex goddess.
I recently signed up to review the worst of Hollywood's latest dreck as a public service for The Dartmouth's readers -- I watch a few horrible movies, suffer through their inadequacies and write about them to save you from a similar fate. I'm enduring this task only by lowering my expectations, something that wasn't very difficult for "Crocodile Dundee in Los Angeles" The first two words of the title prepared me for yet another dreadful fish-out-of-water-saves-the-day storyline, and the finale of "Survivor: The Australian Outback" had already tested my threshold for Aussie-branded boredom. It's doubtless that "Survivor" played a part in the timing of this film's release, as American fascination with the Outback has been spurred to high levels -- though not Yahoo Serious levels --by the latest incarnation of the CBS game show. Only Aussie-philes will be disappointed by Dundee's decision to depart for L.A.
The acclaimed filmmaker candidly discusses the realities of Hollywood and his experience on both sides of the lens
The set-up was simple, JV even; the milk crates stacked in the front of the stage lent a hint of old school humility.
I'm not sure if I will be able to make it through the next five weeks of my life. As with all good things, CBS's "Survivor: The Australian Outback" will cease with tonight's episode, and there's a lot of crying going on in my dorm room lately: Colby's crying about missing his mother, Tina's crying about missing Doritos (and essentially anything edible), Keith's crying over the engagement to his girlfriend; and of course, my crying over the poignancy of the "Survivor" contestants crying, my crying over Elisabeth's recent exit from the show, and my crying about trying to make it through the final five weeks of my college career and beyond without "Survivor" to keep me company during lonely Thursday nights. What will I be missing?
What is the most terrifying line in all of cinema? Not "Here's Johnny!" Not "Do you like scary movies?" It's "Screenplay by Sylvester Stallone." Those words weren't always so foreboding.
Name any random theme off the top of your head and you can most likely find it in the twisted semi-surreal romantic comedy "Town and Country." The movie touches on sexual orientation, extramarital affairs, child-parent relationships, premarital sex, mystery seductresses, the daily life of wealthy New Yorkers, alcoholism, coincidence, fate and stereotypes, among others. But instead of appealing to the gay rights types, the New York-aholics and the romantics all at once, "Town and Country" is more likely to lose its audience somewhere between Long Island and the Upper East side. The guy exiting the theater muttering "That was terrible, just terrible," might have been reacting a little too harshly, but this movie was no "When Harry met Sally." The story is set in the circle of posh New Yorkers who own designer houses in the Hamptons and uptown apartments in the city (thus the not-so-inventive title of the movie). Plot nuances make it tough to explain the story line in a condensed form, but it starts by presenting two "perfect" long-married couples.
"All for You" blends hip-hop beats with genuine lyrics, fusing together in a multilayered album
123 lbs. (typical), boyfriends (um, not so much), calories undecided (are we subtracting the ones lost while on the treadmill?), alcohol units 2 (less than the average Dartmouth student on a Saturday night), no.
As of late America has been fortunate enough to enjoy a mini-resurgence in quality British pop. Several excellent British bands have garnered at least limited recognition stateside, and they have fast become critical darlings.
Over the past year, the latest incarnation of the Montgomery Fellowship, "Making Music, Making Movies", has brought many acclaimed performers and filmmakers to our campus.
NBC's new quiz show, "Weakest Link," has been called a cross between ABC's "Who Wants to Be a Millionaire" and CBS's "Survivor," but this summary does injustice to an innovative show that has enough going for it on its own. The most visible and unique asset of "Weakest Link" is British redhead Anne Robinson, the hostess who dispenses verbal lashings to the contestants at the end of every round.
In her one-woman show, "Because I Said So Straight Talk from Ms. Sandra," Sandra Bernhard promises to both entertain and shock audiences at the Hopkins Center tonight with her humor and her sassiness. Known for her work in comedy, film and television, Bernhard has been keeping audiences laughing with her burning social commentary for years. Covering everything from politics to human relationships, she comes to Dartmouth fresh from New York with a completely new show. Bernhard gained critical success with her Broadway hit "I'm Still Here Damn It!" in 1998 and subsequently released the music from the performance that same year. Born in a suburb of Flint, Michigan, the sexually ambiguous entertainer has always been a media provocateur. Bernhard is difficult to categorize and her acidic sense of humor has both offended and pleased many of her listeners. Her stand-up comedy routines gradually evolved into her now typical one-woman multimedia shows. When she was barely into her twenties, Bernhard decided to move to Hollywood, where she had no problem landing gigs at local comedy clubs. A decade ago she gained notoriety off-Broadway with "Without You I'm Nothing" - her first one-woman show - and she became a hot property over night. In 1992, Bernhard entered the living rooms of middle America when she joined "Roseanne" as Nancy, the likable loudmouthed lesbian. She has since appeared on CBS's "Chicago Hope," playing a straight attorney, and hosted cable channel comedy specials on both A&E ("The A List") and HBO ("Sandra After Dark"). Bernhard began hosting "Reel Wild Cinema," a B-movie series on the USA Network in 1996, and co-starred (as a sex therapist) with Malcolm McDowell in the independent movie, "Somewhere in the City." Her most recent show, "The Love Machine," attacked all facets of pop culture, including the Bushes, Madonna, cable television and even New York mayor Rudy Giuliani. "Sandra Bernhard has Lenny Bruce's brooding menace and quick razor-sharp mind ... All musical styles of the past quarter century are evoked in Bernhard's shows: Broadway, jazz, country, rock, soul, Motown, disco, as ingeniously reinterpreted by a Jewish rapper.
Leukart recaps episodes nine, ten and eleven