“Two students, dressed in flowing black gowns, walk side-by-side through the courtyard. One student pauses, checks his phone, and sees an update: the University will be virtual for the remainder of the school year.”
What do you get when you take a group of gangly teenagers with teased-out hair and black eyeliner? Emo kids who let out their emotions through Good Charlotte? Well, yes – but that’s not all.
Unless you have been living under a rock for the past two weeks, you know about the mass demonstrations in Egypt, Mubarak’s decision to turn off the internet in order to stop Twitter (sorry Kanye, revolution is #thebestthingevertweeted), how Anderson … Read More
Abraham “looked toward Sodom and Gomorrah, and toward all the land of the plain, and beheld, and, lo, the smoke of the country went up as the smoke of a furnace” (Genesis 19:28). Matteo Garrone’s horrifying film Gomorra depicts a sun-bleached Campania engulfed in a conflagration of mafia violence where one could easily mistake the smog of illicit industry for the brimstone of divine retribution. The Neapolitan mob is known as the Camorra, phonetically inviting the allusion to the Biblical exemplar of collective evil, and the film succeeds in making it an apt comparison.
In a filmmaking era when movies are increasingly designed, focus-tested, and audience-approved to please, “Bone Tomahawk” is strangely refreshing for refusing us our simple pleasures.
This past Friday Whitman Theater filled with the South Asians, the gays and lesbians, the prefrosh, and the otherwise unaffiliated for the stand-up performance of Vidur Kapur.
