“Are you gagging? Because I’m gagging.”
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“Are you gagging? Because I’m gagging.”
I used to be an outgoing kid. Ask me five years ago, and I would have proudly identified myself as an ENFJ personality type. On my first day at my new school in fifth grade, I wore my best graphic tee, sat confidently at my table cluster and introduced myself to my new classmates. “I’m Sarah, I’m new here!” I began chatting with wide, eager eyes, desperate to make new friends and to reinvent myself. Although I was met with less-than comparable enthusiasm, I continued to assert myself in the group conversation.
Writer and director Minhal Baig’s coming of age drama “Hala” follows a Muslim-American teenager as she navigates her senior year of high school. For Hala, her culture and family are just as important as her American upbringing. As with any coming of age narrative, Hala’s interests further her development: She loves music and skateboarding and has a refined taste in poetry and its composition. As Hala (Geraldine Viswanathan) begins to explore her sexuality, her Pakistani background comes into direct conflict with her surroundings, and she must reconcile the opposing facets of her identity.
I’ve had to do an egregious amount of writing in the last few weeks. Not that much writing for Recess, admittedly, but writing for classes, internships, scholarships and the like. Now, I am tasked with writing this editor’s note — in an hour and a half, optimistically — and I couldn’t be less thrilled. Truth be told, I dread writing. Maybe it comes to me more easily than most, but it could be easier. But I have to do it. I need to do it. I often find my thoughts so convoluted and disordered that I turn to writing to make them at least somewhat intelligible and to make sense of myself.
For some, it can be difficult to engage in the arts at Duke. Heavy class loads, career-oriented extracurriculars and burgeoning social lives make it difficult to explore the vast array of screenings, exhibits and workshops around campus, all free to students. The Art of the Moving Image department is particularly unsparing in its offerings, often holding screenings of rare 35mm prints and recent limited-release films. Starting Tuesday, AMI will host the Filmcraft series, comprised of workshops designed to provide an understanding of filmmaking equipment and techniques.
Director and auteur Yorgos Lanthimos has captured the attention of critics for his audaciously peculiar imagery and unorthodox storytelling. His repertoire includes “Dogtooth,” “The Killing of a Sacred Deer” and “The Lobster,” films that have split the opinion of viewers. Some call his work clinical and unrelatable, while others praise it as fresh and iconoclastic.
In Marielle Heller’s film “Can You Ever Forgive Me?,” 90s era Manhattan possesses a melancholy that seemed to seep out of its very being. In an ever-damp and ever-cloudy setting, we are introduced to the now-unemployed Lee Israel (Melissa McCarthy), a foul-mouthed and cynical writer known for her biographies of Dorothy Kilgallen and Estee Lauder. The film is an adaptation of the real Lee Israel’s terminal publication by the same name, one that she published late in her career before succumbing to cancer.
There are 10 most commonly celebrated holidays in the United States — among those are of course Thanksgiving, Valentine’s Day and Christmas. They all boast their customary frivolities: turkeys, trees, chocolates — but never have I been excited by these marked dates. Perhaps it’s because my family hasn’t celebrated Christmas in nearly 10 years, or because I have an aversion to turkey or haven’t bothered with a significant other to exchange void proclamations of love.
It wasn’t until I was some twenty-thousand feet in the air that I realized how green North Carolina is. The constant green, to me, was dull. Living in both rural and suburban North Carolina at points in my life, I longed to drive by illustrious mountains like those out west, see the grand Red Rocks in the arid parts of the United States or take a walk through an endless cityscape, as if I were instinctively cosmopolitan. Finally, I had the opportunity to dive headfirst into one of the nation’s highly-regarded centers of culture.
This summer, hip-hop artists are dominating the charts, claiming more than half of the spots in the Top 10. Radio listeners can’t seem to catch a break from Cardi B’s “I Like It” or Drake’s hit “God’s Plan.” In the past five days, I’ve heard “I Like It” at least twice a day, and I admit, her line about the Balenciagas that resemble socks is especially catchy.
The Triangle has become quite the musical linchpin in North Carolina. With countless music venues ranging from independent to commercial, musicians and artists across the country pass through the Triangle each year, leaving behind their mark in North Carolina music history. For the incoming freshman or the seasoned senior who would like to dip their toes into the proverbial waters of the Triangle music scene, here is an introduction to some of the best places around to see a show.
For many Duke students, the arts are an integral aspect of their lives — academic or otherwise. Often, though, there is dissonance between the numerous artistic disciplines on campus, and Duke’s artists are aiming to bridge that gap through collaboration. This year, the annual Duke Arts Festival will take place from Friday to next Saturday, April 14, in an attempt to unify the arts and bring together students of varying academic interests.
The Durham Farmers' Market is celebrating 20 years since its conception in 1998 and the Durham Craft Market is now in its 12 year since first opening in 2006.
I clearly remember the crisp fall days of my first year of high school, waiting on the corner of my street for the bright yellow school bus to rattle up to my stop. I recall staring forlornly out of the window, watching the water droplets pool together as Morrissey’s haunting croon drifted through my headphones for the first time in a moment of striking euphoria. Since then, The Smiths’ acclaimed and quintessential “The Queen is Dead” has been a staple in my musical repertoire. The Smiths’ third and suitably named studio album underlines a group at the pinnacle of its career. Its discovery defined my musical tastes and marked a period of my own existential fascination. I stumbled upon The Smiths not of my own accord but as I read Rainbow Rowell’s “Eleanor and Park,” a story about an odd pair who enjoy listening to odd music together. Never has an album made me feel so dreadfully jovial, experienced such wretched bliss, as “The Queen is Dead,” and nothing truly has since I was first engulfed by the surging chorus of “There Is a Light That Never Goes Out.”
A few weeks ago, an order for 25 three-by-five Shutterfly photo prints arrived at my door. The photos were mostly Instagram photos that I needed to occupy my empty picture frames, which had sat vacant on my shelves all semester. Nearly all of them were posed photographs of me and my friends taken on an iPhone camera. Unlike film photography, iPhone photos are disposable, economical and ubiquitous, so printing them allowed the ephemeral digital renderings to possess tangible sentimental value.
A gloomy day in a moldering town is seen through the lens of a 4:3 aspect ratio, introducing us to the gaunt, borderline lethargic 30-something-year-old woman, Nancy (Andrea Riseborough). Everything about the scenes in the introductory half of the film reflects Nancy’s misery — from the crumbling shopping malls to the dimly-lit diner. Director Christina Choe establishes Nancy as a liar from the beginning, not in a malicious capacity, but rather as someone who is lost and perhaps misunderstood.
The senses are immediately overwhelmed as the camera pans across Delhi’s bustling city streets. Cutting to concealed body cameras and shaky handheld cameras, the audience is immediately propelled into a factory raid as Bachpan Bachao Andolan officials and law enforcement shout commands, forcibly burst through doors and ultimately lock in on an unassuming pile of trash bags. Behind those bags, dozens of terrified children are discovered and rescued from a long-standing child slavery operation.
Experimental, chaotic, and genuine all express the vision of “White Rabbit” in its exploration of identity, mental health and self-expression. “White Rabbit” encapsulates unabashed creativity on the part of an Asian-American performance artist, Sophia. The film premiered last Friday at the Sundance Film Festival. The Chronicle sat down with director Daryl Wein to discuss the film and what he hopes his work will convey in the current political climate. The following interview has been edited and condensed for clarity.
In October 2015, financier and Duke alumnus David M. Rubenstein, Trinity ‘70, endowed the University with $25 million to create a center for the arts on campus. Three years and $50 million later, the Rubenstein Arts Center stands in impressive opulence. The steel- and glass-constructed building aims to be the ultimate home for the arts at Duke.
Tommy Wiseau’s 2003 film “The Room” went from box office flop to profitable cult classic within just a year of its premiere. Dubbed the “best worst movie ever made,” “The Room” continues to captivate audiences at midnight screenings. Fast forward 14 years to James Franco’s Golden Globe-nominated film “The Disaster Artist,” which permits viewers to examine how Hollywood’s most infamous film came to be. The film is largely based on “The Disaster Artist: My Life Inside The Room,” written by one of “The Room”’s lead actors Greg Sestero.