Let’s face it: you’re spending the summer working frantically at your unpaid internship (if you should be so lucky), making lattes for your boss (who’s probably had a few sexual harassment lawsuits filed against him), and learning the ropes of that new-fangled copy machine.
Last Friday night, comedy troupe The Upright Citizens Brigade Touring Company performed in front of a sold-out crowd in Memorial Chapel, tackling such campus issues such as The Skull and Key Society, the Zonker Harris name debacle, and the difficulties of keeping your hard-partying friends away from prefrosh and their parents.
Whenever I go to see a movie in a theater, I always like to guess the intended audience based on the previews. Last weekend I saw “Sucker Punch,” Zack Snyder’s new action film starring scantily clad women with guns.
Before I review last weekend’s performance of “Twelve Angry Men,” I want to note that I have watched this project from its conception, from when my good friend, director Nick Orvis ’13, and I good-naturedly fought over lighting designers for our respective productions.
Some people are into Christmas, others prefer birthdays or Halloween, but my favorite special occasion is Oscar night. And this year, that night happens to be this Sunday, just early enough for me celebrate the entertainment industry in my dorm room with friends, formal attire, and a glass of champa—erm, I mean, apple cider?
I have an unabashed hatred of football. I find it nasty, brutish, and entirely too long. Yet, in an effort to live a great American tradition, I convince myself every year to curl up on the couch with a box of Chinese food and sit through the Super Bowl.
Radical Performance Machine, a student collective dedicated to sponsoring concerts, continues its legacy of bringing awesome musical talents to campus with My Brightest Diamond playing Memorial Chapel this Saturday.
Kinesthesia is, according to one dictionary, “the sense that detects bodily position, weight, or movement of the muscles, tendons, and joints.” It’s also the name of this year’s Winter Dance concert, which provides an outlet for junior and senior dance majors to explore the kinesthesia of the human body.
In my opinion, Christmas is a better holiday than Hanukkah. There, I said it. I think I’m a pretty unbiased judge of this debate. My mother’s family is Christian and my father’s family is Jewish, so I was brought up celebrating both holidays.
In a television era that gave us Jersey Shore and Sarah Palin’s Alaska, it is refreshing to know that major networks still care about making television shows for smart people.
t takes a very special book series to spawn a musical subgenre. But the fact that the Argus is publishing an Arts Section devoted entirely to the best-selling series in the first place clearly shows that Harry Potter is indeed a very special book series.
The art world outside of Wesleyan may be notoriously difficult to break into, but students will certainly benefit from an open collaboration of artists who use the Internet as a means of spreading their vision
For many people who were on campus last year, the name “Michael Steves” is synonymous with “that kid who got stabbed.”
It’s that time of the year: the autumn season brings colorful leaves, sweaters, apple cider, and thesis productions. This weekend, six senior dancers will present their theses: Sarah Ashkin, Khalif Diouf, Greta Hartenstein, Devon Hopkins, Allison Hurd, and Sophie Sotsky, all ’11.
In honor of Parents’ Weekend, I would like to share a charming anecdote about my own parents, who faithfully read everything I ever write. (Hi, Mom!)
Most plays require weeks of planning, rehearsing, and tech-ing before they are ready to be shown to an audience. But with the jam-packed schedule of the average college student, who has the time for all of that?
Sitting in the Memorial Chapel on Thursday night, I quickly realized that the Destiny Africa Children’s Choir is not really a choir in the traditional sense.
If I had been born ten years earlier, I probably would not have thought too highly of people who watched “Dawson’s Creek.”
In an era otherwise plagued by budget cuts and deficits, the Center for the Arts will have the good fortune to expand and develop its programming, thanks to a $750,000 performing arts grant awarded by the Andrew W. Mellon Foundation over the summer.
I’d heard faint whisperings about the annual Wesleyan Melodrama since the beginning of the school year, and knew it was an awesome annual Wesleyan tradition.
The Fist and Heel performance group comes to campus this Friday and Saturday to perform “The Good Dance – dakar/brooklyn.” The piece is a collaborative endeavor between Brooklyn-based Reggie Wilson’s performance group Fist and Heel and Senegalese Andréya Ouamba’s Compaigne 1er Temps.
“Glee” seems to be one of those shows that you either love or hate with every fiber of your being.
Move over, Michael Bay and Joss Whedon – a new Wes film alum is gaining renown.
With spring comes the dubious in-theater spring movie lineup, a notorious dumping ground for movies that aren’t important enough for the Oscar-contender-dominated fall season or big enough for summer blockbuster season.
Before I began my freshman year here at Wesleyan, my cousin, a recent Vassar grad, offered me her sage advice on how to survive college.
n an attempt to break the Wesleyan bubble, and maybe the “bubble” of mainstream society, the University’s Theater Department presents “Unexpected: Voices of Incarcerated Women” this weekend.