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Walking into An die Musik for the first time, I found that the atmosphere of the space was perfect for the late evening. A narrow walkway greeted me at the entrance, which separated into two dark entrances that one could choose to enter the room.
This week’s installment of To Watch and Watch For is riding in on the coattails of our first warm-weather days on campus. As spring revealed its hand early, students took to Keyser Quad with picnic blankets, friends and, of course, open laptops reviewing material for their upcoming midterms.
On Feb. 7, the second floor of The LaB was set up with rows of chairs, ready for students to take their seats in preparation for the open mic that was about to commence. The MC for the night? Kiera “Ashlee Haze” Nelson — a poet and spoken word artist from Atlanta, Ga. by way of Chicago.
Hollywood, Calif. has always been a place where fiction blurs into reality, co-stars fall in love on set or off-screen drama makes for just as compelling a spectacle as the films themselves. And every so often, a story comes along reminding us that while Hollywood thrives on romance and fantasy, it’s also a deeply flawed industry filled with power struggles, questionable decisions and enough scandal to fuel the tabloids for years. Enter Blake Lively, Justin Baldoni and a film adaptation that was supposed to be about breaking cycles of abuse — but might have just exposed another one in the process.
With the lion of March creeping around the corner, our hearts still beating from our Valentine fever, there is no time more in need of distraction. Spring will come, and our hearts will slow, but, right now, the wind is pouring through the tunnels and over the quads, romances and friendships are tested in the bitter cold and, most importantly, our free time is nearly nonexistent.
I have only seen one production from the Barnstormers, but I might be scared to see another. That is, because I worry it can’t possibly meet or exceed my experience witnessing their performance of The Importance of Being Earnest, an 1895 play by Oscar Wilde.
On Feb. 10, Mdou Moctar performed at the Arden Club in Wilmington, Del. Moctar, the stage name of Tuareg guitarist Mahamadou Souleymane, was accompanied by rhythm guitarist Ahmoudou Madassane, drummer Souleymane Ibrahim and bassist Mikey Coltun.
It’s time. With another week comes another roundup of upcoming media, brought to you by the Arts and Entertainment section. We hope that no matter what your life looks like this week, you are able to find a moment to enjoy some of our recommendations from the worlds of film, television, books, albums and live events.
To borrow from Companion, let me be premature in this review: Companion is a brilliant movie challenging what the horror genre is while still providing a self-contained, enjoyable viewing experience.
According to FKA twigs, “Eusexua is the pinnacle of human experience.”
At this point, just over a day has passed since I watched the 2024 film Nosferatu. I’ve let it sit. I’ve slept on it. I’ve given myself time to process everything and really let it marinate. And while I admit that I was initially dissatisfied, over the span of those 24 hours, I’ve found myself harboring a newfound appreciation for the movie.
If there was one artist I could describe high school with, it would be Mac Miller. Whenever my buddies and I were staying up at night for incessant school projects or stupid conversations, Miller was always in the background. We would be so exhausted from talking, just letting transcendent albums like Swimming fill the silence in waves.
I’ve always found it ironic that the farther we get into the semester, the more production seems to pick up in the film, music and publishing industry. This week, several diverse media are being released.
The Duo Ingolfsson-Stoupel took on the Leith Symington Griswold Hall at the Peabody Institute on Sunday, Feb. 2. They gave an incredible concert featuring works by Simon Laks, Olivier Messiaen, Ludwig van Beethoven and Maurice Ravel.
For years, the GRAMMYs have been quite a predictable and uninspired affair, playing it safe by repeatedly favoring the same industry darlings like Taylor Swift while falling short of its reputation as “Music’s Biggest Night.”
Before its wide release, The Brutalist was framed as the cinema event of the year by passionate enthusiasts who were entranced with the mere depth it offered. The three-and-a-half-hour historical epic — intermission included — was lauded with exceptional praise from its premiere. For fans of celluloid, it’s the first film since the 1960s shot almost entirely using VistaVision, which is a super high-definition, widescreen format. Directed by actor-turned-auteur Brady Corbet, the film was shot in only 34 days and, even more impressively, was made for less than 10 million dollars. The Brutalist is not only a feat of the form but a sign that independent projects fueled by a passion for the craft could be actualized.
This past Friday, I had the chance to attend Witness Theater’s premier of their 2025 I-show — a performed collection of student-written plays — which were then acted and directed by the talented students of Hopkins.
Hello and welcome to another week of media recommendations from the Arts and Entertainment section! As February begins, we hope you can find the time to enjoy some of these upcoming releases in the arts, from film and television to books, music to live events. As always, the full list is provided below, but here are my personal picks for new media to consume in the upcoming week.
Bob Dylan is an enigma. Despite being a towering force of American culture, he has always defied easy interpretation, too slippery to fit into categories or expectations. So, do we really need a Bob Dylan musical biopic? The genre is synonymous with clichés and unoriginality — notoriously squeezing complex lives into generic, done-to-death narratives.
After watching the first season of XO, Kitty on Netflix I can confirm — my high school career was decidedly boring. I did not, in fact, get a scholarship to study abroad in Korea. I did not chase an online boyfriend halfway around the world as a sweeping romantic gesture. And I did not discover that said boyfriend already had a girlfriend, yet still decide to room with him and his two friends.