After experiencing lunch at Technique in early June, I immediately made the next possible reservation for six … which was in September. For all of you liberal arts students, that's over a three−month wait. Eventually, September rolled around and my friends and I set off to Kendall Square for the meal.
I was suffering from a mild case of writer's block this weekend when a truly bizarre film−related news story fell into my lap. Sarah Deming, a Michigan resident, is filing a class−action lawsuit against FilmDistrict Distribution LLC for deceptively marketing the indie−action film "Drive" (2011), a fast−paced blockbuster featuring Ryan Gosling and lots of car chases. Deming is also suing the movie theater where she saw "Drive." The lawsuit specifically calls for "an end to misleading trailers" and claims the film's advertisements violated the Michigan Consumer Protection Act.
From Jay McInerney's New York, let's venture into a real depiction of the Big Apple with our first non-fiction book, a memoir by an artist about artists. Here's my breakdown:
If you're wondering where to look for quality musical theater, the answer is the Huntington Theatre Company. Mary Zimmerman, known for adapting classical theater, directs Leonard Bernstein and Richard Wilbur's musical "Candide" based on Voltaire's novella, "Candide, oul'Optimisme."
From Jay McInerney's New York, let's venture into a real depiction of the Big Apple with our first non-fiction book, a memoir by an artist about artists. Here's my breakdown:
It's the first day of October, and clouds seem to have descended upon the Boston Harbor, lining the boardwalk in slick, white puffs. However, pedestrians who venture closer to the foggy vista realize that those shiny clouds are actually the tents of the second annual Boston Local Food Festival.
It can be difficult to find a biology major surviving at Tufts. It's rarer still to find a bio major with a budding career as an artist.
Though "Killer Elite" is being marketed as some sort of reasonably cerebral cousin to the Jason Bourne trilogy, in reality, it's just a boring period piece with a few big−name actors and standard fast−paced action sequences. A mustachioed Clive Owen and an underused Robert De Niro stuck on autopilot can only do so much for a shoddy film.
Since the show's advent, "Gossip Girl" has been pushing the envelope of ridiculousness with its convoluted plots, surprisingly emotionally developed characters — excluding Nate Archibald (Chace Crawford) — and willingness to brazenly depict social taboos like drug use and teen sex.
My next culinary journey led me to local dining establishment "House of Tibet Kitchen" in Teele Square. Here, apparently, was the best yak in Boston.
The first time I heard Blink-182's "Take Off Your Pants And Jacket" (2001), I was 10, and a friend of mine revealed the CD case from his backpack at the end of a school day. We ran to his house at the bell to enjoy the nearly perfect pop-punk sound I now associate with my youth. The power chords, active drumming and the songs about girls being drags: it all resonated, and still does. Alongside "Enema of the State" (1999), the album remains one of my favorites from that time period, and nostalgia only plays a small role. They're simply great pieces of music.
Four words you should know: Martha, Marcy, May and Marlene. This may look like a list of names for Jewish grandmothers, but it is actually the title of an independent film coming out in limited release on Oct. 21. Yes, that's the real name of the movie, "Martha Marcy May Marlene," not to be confused with... all other movies with more coherent titles. Despite the confusing name, it is the best film I have seen since the Academy Awards season ended eight months ago.
Picture this: You and your best friend finally accumulate enough funds to buy a lovely cabin in pristine hills of West Virginia. The first time you visit the estate, you plan to carry out a few minor renovations, but things do not go according to plan. Your property is invaded by none other than the most wild, unpredictable and evil group ever to exist: college kids!
The poster for "Up All Night" features its stars, Will Arnett and Christina Applegate, lying slumped on the ground with a baby on top of them, as Maya Rudolph sits in the background looking important. Under the show's bright purple title, the tagline reads, "Sleep is for babies."
Four words you should know: Martha, Marcy, May and Marlene. This may look like a list of names for Jewish grandmothers, but it is actually the title of an independent film coming out in limited release on Oct. 21. Yes, that's the real name of the movie, "Martha Marcy May Marlene," not to be confused with… all other movies with more coherent titles. Despite the confusing name, it is the best film I have seen since the Academy Awards season ended eight months ago.
The Tufts University Art Gallery is currently showcasing Ken Gonzales−Day's photography exhibit, "Profiled," which seeks to examine contemporary racial profiling. The Los Angeles artist's work has been displayed in galleries all over the world, from The Field Museum in Chicago to the Bode Museum in Berlin. Here, he photographically juxtaposes Western and non−Western portraits to provide alternative perspectives on race relations.
This week, we're going to revisit another member of the '80s literary "Brat Pack" that paved the way for many young writers. Let's take a look at his stats:
"Glee," the underdog's favorite TV show, aired for the first time two−and−a−half years ago. Since the series' premiere, it has earned a host of accolades including Emmys and Screen Actors Guild Awards.
The 1960s were filled with cliched phrases, impossibly gorgeous women and a never-ending loop of galvanizing music that made you feel as though you could sprout your own pair of wings and fly away to your destiny. At least, that's what ABC's new series "Pan Am" seems to think.
