The Stanford Theatre Activist Mobilization Project (STAMP)’s rendition of “The Merchant of Venice” was, above all else, infinitely earnest.
It’s been six years since the last Harold and Kumar movie, “Harold & Kumar Escape from Guantanamo Bay,” and the third movie, “A Very Harold & Kumar 3D Christmas,” openly acknowledges this gap.
The “Harold and Kumar” franchise is known for its ability to push the limits of what is socially acceptable, eagerly casting aside conventions and nonchalantly touching upon the most controversial of topics.
”Doctor Who” is a British science fiction show about a 900-year-old alien who travels through time and space.
Surprisingly enough, though, “Fright Night” manages to toe that line with apparent ease, melding the genres to create a thoroughly enjoyable viewing experience.
The premise seems promising: high-strung pizza-boy Nick (Jesse Eisenberg) is living the loser life with his best friend Chet (Aziz Ansari) until a couple of redneck criminals-in-the-making strap a bomb to his chest and force him to rob a bank for them.
This episode is the very last of the season, in which Ben and JP (and all of us, of course) get to meet Ashley’s family.
Actors get famous because they’re capable of becoming something they’re not, and so the chance that their personalities in the real world would match their onscreen personas are fairly dismal. Fortunately, Jesse Eisenberg and Aziz Ansari may be the world’s best exceptions to that rule: they’re every fan’s fantasy -- they’re living, breathing manifestations of every character they’ve ever played.
This week, Ashley took her three boyfriends out on the long-awaited overnight dates, a.k.a. the sex dates. She celebrated this momentous occasion by showing sensational amounts of skin and informing her audience that -- yes, again -- she had been misinformed all the previous times and that Fiji is the “ultimate place for falling in love.”
This week’s episode was a big deal for two reasons: one, because Ashley got to meet her boyfriends’ families, and two, because it made me cry. Like, several times.
After taking a week off for some reason or another, “The Bachelorette” is back, and by god, it only took a week for me to forget how annoying her voice is.
Just in case any (read: all) of you readers haven’t been faithfully watching “The Bachelorette” for two hours a week, let me introduce you to the man whose absolute scumbaggery has defined this season: a fine young lump of human slime by the name of Bentley.
To catch you guys up: this year's bachelorette is Ashley, and she's about a thousand times more annoying than Ali; her personality is built on insecurities, and her behavior is based around mind games.
At the end of the day, "Bridesmaids" is as funny as any other Apatow bromance, using the traditional formula but evading the sort of been-there-done-that vibe that his movies have been giving off as of late thanks to the female perspective.
The Ram’s Head cast managed to put on a visual spectacle and an aural masterpiece, and I’d recommend it to anyone who can appreciate a truly dark comedy.
The Spoken Word Collective, in short, is a beautiful outlet for anyone who has ever felt passion or rage or isolation or longing or for anyone who has ever really felt at all.
“The Pillowman” is probably the funniest show I’ve ever seen about child murder.
With “The Vagina Monologues,” Eve Ensler singlehandedly turns this social norm on its head, making the vagina a symbol of empowerment and strength and independence and womanhood while maintaining enough wit and hilarity to charm even the most cynical of viewers.