Film: Underworld fails to crack quality cinematic surface
By Natalia Antonova | September 18, 2003The key word in "guilty pleasure" is "pleasure." A movie like Underworld is supposed to stimulate the senses, not abuse them.
The key word in "guilty pleasure" is "pleasure." A movie like Underworld is supposed to stimulate the senses, not abuse them.
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These days, senior Russell Williams has been spending a lot of time haunting the Duke theater scene as part of the cast of Love's Labours Lost. It's not where he thought he'd be a few years back.
Could the next Rogers and Hammerstein be lurking around Bivens these days? Perhaps.
Anime, Japan's most popular artistic export, has taken a temporary foothold in the Bryan Center.
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Black Rebel Motorcycle Club.
According to a recent study by the National Academy of Sciences' National Research Council, American pets--much like their owners--are dangerously overweight.
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There's a Ben Folds album due out next year; hold back your shouts of joy for a moment (the rejoicing will come later). For now there is darkness.
"Are you a Mexican, or a Mexi-can't?".
Sticking much more to mainstream rock, yet still creating a unique sound, the Raveonettes are Denmark's answer to the Strokes and the White Stripes, and if the legions of music critics who have...
Dear Undergraduate Student:.
Attention: Mary J. Blige has found that special someone, and this time there is definitely no more drama.
For most of us, our college living spaces are the first chances we've had to go Christopher Lowell in our own bedrooms, but if I see one more person with a Pink Floyd "The Wall" poster or a...
Trey Anastasio and Phish must cast a large shadow. Bassist Mike Gordon must need a tan. Badly. That's one way of explaining his first four-year-in-the-making solo release, Inside In.
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Things are a little desperate for Michael Jackson these days.
I am about as good at names as I am with electrical engineering. Let me explain that my science credits include Physics of Forensics and AIDS.