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After two dozen issues and a year of late nights, you'd think I'd have something profound to say about entertainment. But that's just it--I don't.
Recess editor Tim Perzyk talked to Duke physical education instructor Lua Fabbri about her passion for Capoeira and the captivating art of "transcendent living."
After revelling in the televised melodrama of Olympic curling and ice dancing, my friends and I decided to try a different spin on spring break: Salt Lake City.
As if Mike Tyson's ear-biting exploits weren't dramatic enough, the Fox television network brings us Celebrity Boxing, Hollywood-style smackdown with a ringful of B-list all stars. You know how this must have happened: In its never-ending quest to lower the bar for primetime programming, Fox looked to cable's paragon of profundities: MTV. Some smarmy young executive was watching late-night reruns of the music network's past-prime Celebrity Deathmatch and in a rare moment of inspiration thought to himself, "Wouldn't that be cooler if they were real?!"
Today is election day for DSG hopefuls, and after a month-long parade o' politicized whoring, the inevitable barrage of ballot snafus will be welcome closure to Duke's annual production of D.C. in Durham. If you've stumbled through the Bryan Center or lingered near a bulletin board, you've probably waded through campaign flyers--the Charmin Ultra of the undergraduate electoral process. We'd offer a "best and worst" list of these pathetic support pleas, but the predictable dearth of the latter yields only the following:
aul Oakenfold. John Digweed. Barbara Brown? In the name game of electronica, "Misstress Barbara" may not rest among techno's inner circle, but the Sicilian-born Canadian DJ is spinning clubgoers into a tizzy from LA to Ibiza. On her new studio mix, Relentless Beats Volume 2, Misstress Barbara further perfects her high-impact house style in a frenetic set low on miscues and replete with infectious samples.
If you think ringing in the new year means downing a bottle of Tosti with a dozen drunken strangers, think again. January 1 isn't the only day for clean slates, resolutions, and new beginnings.
Rhythm and boom will stake their claim on Page Auditorium this Sunday, as On Tap, Duke's resident tap-dancing troupe, hosts its annual spring concert in the largest performance space on campus.
ne of the finest restaurants in Chapel Hill isn't on Franklin Street. Aurora, an upscale Italian eatery formerly nestled in trendy Carrboro, is a hidden treasure just off Highway 54. With neo-Mediterranean flourishes and classic interpretation, the dishes are exquisite and reasonably priced for their quality.
If any doubts persist about the flat-lining of Michael Jackson's music career, the Gloved One's resurrection/comeback effort, Invincible, puts every last one of them to rest. Overproduced from start to finish, Invincible epitomizes the stale character of late '90s pop-hop-fusion studio creations. Laced with driving beats, trite lyrics and overpowering bass lines, Invincible is Jackson at his worst: catchy but uninspired, listenable but predictable, desperate to please but devoid of any modicum of artistic risk-taking.
Whatever happened to "Kill a Commie for Mommy"?
nyone in search of justification for Mariah Carey's month-long sojourn in self-help need look no further than Glitter. If bad acting is contagious, this misguided demi-thesp should be quarantined.
After last weekend's record-smashing telethon to benefit victims of Sept. 11's tragedy, it was only a matter of time before the music community rallied to the fundraising cause with a hitlist tribute collaboration, and the smorgasboard product has arrived.
In the wake of this week's tragic events, entertainment may be just about the last thing on our minds. The innocence of our luxuries--laughing heartily in a movie theater, dining out with friends or curling up with a good book--seems somehow adulterated. Obsessing over celebrity gossip, prognosticating about the fall film season and indulging other pastimes in the sphere of soft news stand naked in their triviality. The horrors of the past week have immobilized our great nation in a surreal freeze frame, and the entertainment community is no exception.
In the rush to cover last Tuesday's attacks in New York City and Washington, D.C., the nation's major news sources grappled with journalistic dilemmas: How best to document the developing story? What ethical boundaries should be observed? Television news divisions arrived at various conclusions, and the onscreen outcomes produced several successes and failures.
Think your earning potential's through the roof? Ever wonder about your real net worth? A new website lets you put your opinions to the test.
"Real people. Real issues." Real World?
Not long ago, "two-step garage" would have meant a country jitterdance in the shed behind the John Deere. Times have changed.