This past Sunday, one particular group starred in and hosted a collaborative event, and the lucky audience got to be amazed not only by the talent of Urban Styles, Stanford’s student-run contemporary jazz and lyrical group, but also guest performances from other artists around campus.
Though “Kick-Ass” regularly provides some level of social commentary, more often than not, the movie is obsessed with shocking the audience, by either making them laugh or making them squirm.
Every year, thousands of fans, ranging from the dabblers to the I-own-the-first-edition-of-Batman #1, arrive in San Francisco, salivating at the thought of immersing themselves in their dreams.
If you haven’t heard of it, you clearly haven’t followed any celebrity gossip news sources, as statistics show that the movie employed more than half of Hollywood in some form or another.
While teenage girls looking for a sob story come out in droves for all of [Nicolas Sparks’] movies, hopefully this review will steer them away from the newest creation, “Dear John.”