Orientation Sex and the small town campus: A 2013 graduate reflects
Talk of the Quad Training Wheels for 22-Year Olds
Your feature presentation 'Beyond the Pines' does not live up to ambitious aspirations
Your feature presentation Oz the mediocre and obnoxious
Not just zombie Twilight: 'Warm Bodies' surprisingly sophisticated
Talk of the Quad: Training Wheels for 22-Year Olds
Lobster rolls, lazy afternoons at Popham Beach, free concerts at L.L. Bean, Cote’s ice cream on the green, and multi-day stretches of perfect weather.Summer in Brunswick has gained legendary status at the College. Yet somehow in my four years at Bowdoin I missed the memo that summer is, in fact, the only worthwhile season to exist in Maine.So as my self-imposed deadlines rolled right on by, unfulfilled (by Winter Break I’ll have an awesome job…by Spring Break I’ll have applied to a job…by graduation I’ll have 40 dollars…) and I faced one gigantic post-grad question mark, I decided to throw in the career path towel and eat as much ice cream as possible instead.
One month later, I commenced a summer of scooping Dark Chocolate Noir sorbetto at Gelato Fiasco and nannying part-time.
I wish I could state in writing that my summer was the idyllic mélange of Maine-y goodness that I always imagined it would be. I pictured myself making daily, sundress-clad trips to the farmers’ market, rising at daybreak for long, healthful jogs in the Brunsick Commons, and whipping up craisin-studded, massaged kale salads for dinner.
Orientation: Sex and the small town campus: A 2013 graduate reflects
When I was asked to write an article about what to expect from the Bowdoin hookup and dating scene, my first thought was: “I’ve finally made it—I am Carrie Bradshaw.” My second thought was that there’s no way to give universal advice on this subject when everyone has such diverse sex (or-lack-thereof) lives at Bowdoin.
So I put on my thinking cap and set about unraveling Bowdoin’s proverbial sex-and-relationship sweater to find the common threads.
There are certain inevitabilities that come with the Bowdoin hookup scene.
Your feature presentation: 'Beyond the Pines' does not live up to ambitious aspirations
Walking out of “The Place Beyond the Pines” on Saturday evening, I felt dazed—the kind of feeling you get when you first step off a rollercoaster onto solid ground.
Several days later, I still feel adrift when I think about the film. And while this sensation usually makes me want to see a movie again, this one was so intense that it might just be the first Gosling flick that I don’t watch ad infinitum (yes, “Remember the Titans” included).
“The Place Beyond the Pines”—which should really be called “The Place Where Everyone is Covered in Paint Splatters and Has Daddy Issues”—opens with the story of the bulked-and-tatted-up Ryan Gosling as Luke Glanton, the motorcycle-riding stuntman with a heart of gold that Gosling plays best. And did, in “Drive.” Like, a year ago.
Your feature presentation: 'Django': a lunatic's bloody masterpiece
Quentin Tarantino’s “Django Unchained” may not be the newest title on the docket, but it is still a breath of cinematic fresh air. A rather bloody, stomach-churning breath, but a fresh one all the same.
Jamie Foxx stars as the titular hero Django, a slave who has been callously separated from his beloved wife Broomhilda (Kerry Washington), just years before the start of the Civil War. Django’s fate begins to turn around when the relatively liberal-minded German bounty hunter Dr. King Schultz (Christoph Waltz) seeks out Django’s help in tracking down some villainous targets.
Through this mission, the two form a kinship of sorts (you know, the kind in that gray area between indentured servitude and full-blown enslavement). In part because Broomhilda is, conveniently enough, one of the only American slaves in history who speaks German, Schultz sympathizes with Django’s tragic story and offers to help him rescue Broomhilda. Thus, the two unlikely companions embark on a journey full of Western-style shootouts, twisted Tarantino comedy, and a satisfying succession of bad guys getting their comeuppance.
Your feature presentation: Oz the mediocre and obnoxious
Having been subjected to a bombardment of advertisements for “Oz the Great and Powerful” on Spotify, I was expecting a production that was nothing short of epic. If you remake a classic and widely beloved film, you had better be sure your version is worth the makeover.
Unfortunately, “Oz” was not.
This spiritless creation myth traces how the Wizard of Oz actually came to be the little white-haired man pulling levers behind the emerald curtain in the original film. James Franco plays the slight-of-hand magician himself, whose womanizing lands him in all kinds of trouble, both in the sepia-toned Kansas circus and in the post-tornado, high-def fantasy land of “Oz.”
Your feature presentation: 'Impossible': an incredulous sobfest
While my fellow socialites trudged through the snow to the Cold War Party to get out their historico-political ya-ya’s for the year, I decided to top off a Winter Weekend full of sleigh rides and s’mores with a movie about one family’s harrowing saga of near-death trauma and third-world hospital nightmares. Why not?
Just watching the trailer for “The Impossible” gave me a lump in my throat, so I had an inkling that I might be in for an emotional evening. I came prepared with tissues in hand and the proverbial waterproof mascara.
In my case, the waterworks kicked in after the 19-minute mark. And, unlike your average tear-jerker which allows for the occasional break to catch your breath, “The Impossible” was an emotional sprint all the way through.
Not just zombie Twilight: 'Warm Bodies' surprisingly sophisticated
In the opening scene of “Warm Bodies,” a pale, gangly boy with bloodshot eyes, disheveled hair and what looks like vomit crusted on his sweatshirt shuffles slowly across the screen, asking himself, “What am I doing with my life?” No, this is not an exposé on the lost souls emerging from Baxter basement at 2 a.m. on a Saturday. This boy—the film’s protagonist—is a walking corpse who eats innocent people’s brains for lunch. And I found him to be one of the most endearing protagonists that I’ve encountered in a while. The story takes place in a post-apocalyptic world in which our zombie hero “R” (Nicholas Hoult) and his comrades wander aimlessly around an abandoned airport, unable to interact beyond grunts and the occasional outing to snack on some humans.
‘Playbook’ has silver lining despite faults
After watching the barrage of exploding heads, unthinkable tortures and international crises that were “Django Unchained,” “Zero Dark Thirty,” and “Argo,” it was a relief to walk out of “Silver Linings Playbook” without the urge to look twice over my shoulder. Nonetheless, due to all the media hype surrounding the movie, I was expecting a film that redefined the genre of romantic comedy, and in this I was disappointed. The film begins with the engaging story of Pat (Bradley Cooper), a man with bipolar disorder who returns home from a psychiatric facility to live with his parents, including his OCD father (Robert De Niro), to get his life back on track.
‘Twilight’ falters cinematically, entertains at its own expense
I admit that as the screen faded to black at the end of “Twilight: Breaking Dawn-Part 2,” I felt a wave of relief. The four-film saga, notable for its Mormon undertones and uncomfortably protracted yet passionate teenage romances—better described as “Breaking Bella”—was finally over. Nonetheless, I found myself tearing up at the end of a film with all the elements of a successful Twilight installment: a montage of vampires performing unimaginable feats of strength, a token sex scene which we are to take as evidence of just how much more awesome post-nuptial vampire sex really is, and a solid fifteen minutes of gory decapitations.