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The John Astin Theatre’s production of This Is Our Youth debuted this last weekend. The play, written by Kenneth Lonergan of the recent film Manchester by the Sea, explores the lives of three young adults living on the Upper West Side of Manhattan in 1983. Throughout the course of a tumultuous few days, they navigate moments of loss, desire, exasperation and existential crisis.
This past week, Yiyun Li, a MacArthur fellow and recipient of numerous awards for both her fiction and nonfiction pieces, gave the first reading of the spring installment of the President’s Reading Series.
Last Thursday, Feb. 22, I ventured out to Hampden to check out the grand reopening of Holy Frijoles. The place was packed. They had plenty of stuff going on: food, $2.22 margaritas, rock music and pinball. It was awesome, but the path leading up to this triumphant party was no easy one.
Spencer Finch’s Moon Dust (Apollo 17) opened at the Baltimore Museum of Art (BMA) on Feb. 21, 2018. The installation was originally presented at the 2009 Venice Biennale and creates a beautiful intersection between art and science.
“R&B is dead.” This statement keeps ringing in people’s mouths, but I think it can’t be further from the truth. Maybe the days of what I would call “Ringtone R&B” are over, where, instead of rappers, everyone looked up to bare-chested singers dressed in all white.
I prided myself for a long time on never watching The Bachelor. For some reason, not watching that show made me feel like a better person, like I didn’t need to sink down to the level of trashy TV and getting involved in the lives of people I didn’t know.
I’m just going to get this out of the way right now: Black Panther is a really good movie — incredibly good. You should definitely go see it. It is a thought-provoking essay on racial issues with a wonderful cast. It is a philosophical tale about the ways that we interact with our culture and our past and whether or not those traditions should be preserved moving into the future.
The four-city fashion week marathon just ended its first leg in New York City, where designers debuted their upcoming collections at this year’s New York Fashion Week (NYFW), which ran from Feb. 8-16.
The rhythmic beats of Alsarah & the Nubatones echoed through the basement of St. Matthews Church on Thursday, Feb. 15. The East African retro-pop group, currently based in Brooklyn, performed for a small yet engaged crowd as part of their tour of Baltimore sponsored by the Creative Alliance.
Witness Theater presented their Intersession showcase, Welcome to Our House — produced by junior Sarah Linton and stage managed by freshman Dominique Dickey — in the Mattin Center’s Swirnow Theater this weekend. The show featured a diverse collection of four student-directed and written one-act plays.
The Shape of Water is the most original movie I have seen this year, possibly ever.
If you’re a fan of superhero movies, odds are you’ve noticed that the villains are often not particularly interesting or challenging to the hero’s way of thought. They are kinda just there to kick start the plot and be a punching bag.
The muted bass that introduces “My Boy” is slow, delicate and groovy. Within two minutes, there is a flood of biting guitars and Will Toledo, the lead singer, is wailing into the microphone. This is the prototype for the usual Car Seat Headrest song.
If you’re a middle- or upper-middle-class progressive — especially if you’re white — there’s a good chance that you listen to NPR. Why that’s the case is irrelevant, just know that it’s a fact, like gravity or that the Academy Awards are racist.
This weekend, the Hopkins Barnstormers presented their Intersession show, Stupid Fucking Bird, in Arellano Theater. The play, written by Aaron Posner, is loosely based upon Anton Chekhov’s The Seagull, dealing with some of the same dark and difficult topics as the Russian play in a more lighthearted and modern-day manner.
For those who go to the movies only to be swept up by fantastical images and dramatic character arcs, Lover for a Day may not be the movie for you. It’s small and contained, at times presenting more like a play.
“It’s a Small World” has never been creepier. A Public Reading of an Unproduced Screenplay About The Death of Walt Disney at the Single Carrot Theatre is playing from Feb. 2 to Feb. 25, and it’s everything your childhood nightmares are made of — maybe your current nightmares too.
I was very late to the Hamilton party. I’m not going to lie to you, as a Brit, I wasn’t that interested in a musical about America, America’s Founding Fathers and animosity for Britain. That doesn’t by any means suggest that I wasn’t beyond excited to see the show in London just a week after it opened.
Last Saturday evening I had the opportunity to attend an event hosted by 3 Bean Coffee, a craft coffee shop located in the heart of Federal Hill, Baltimore. They were throwing a release party to celebrate the launch of their own roasted coffee beans: Triton and Triumph.
My only New Year’s Resolution was to watch more documentaries. As much as I love movies — getting lost for two hours and escaping from the overwhelming feeling of panic that comes from the news — watching a documentary is something different.