At 8 p.m. last Friday night, students piled into Paresky Auditorium for the Perennial Amateur Convention’s (PAC) fall comedy show, Raising Hell, which consisted of a few introductory stand-up acts followed by sketches written by the group’s members. Julia Cochran ’19, PAC president, greeted the audience, giving a nod to the show’s director Abby Lloyd ’20, and introduced head writers Evelyn Elgart ’19 and Benjamin Stanley ’19, the latter of whom she jokingly said was only there “to not alienate the men in the audience.” She acknowledged PAC’s female leadership in a genre of entertainment that has historically been male dominated.
“We are going to be making a liberated space,” Kailyn Gibson ’22 announced in Goodrich on Thursday, Nov. 1.
First Man, playing at Images Cinema through tomorrow, is the first of Damien Chazelle’s major films that isn’t centered around music. La La Land was a musical about performers in Los Angeles, while Whiplash focused on a jazz drummer’s ascent to greatness.
“It’s strange getting used to your own voice,” Ocean Vuong mused, stepping onto the podium and bringing the microphone in closer to his melancholy smile. “You are born with it, after all.”
Vuong’s voice, more akin to a kitten’s mewl than human speech, filled the Sawyer Reading Room on Friday evening as part of the Creative Writing Reading Series, co-hosted by the Vietnamese Student Organization and the English department.
This past Friday night was dark and dreary outside, but the inside of Paresky Auditorium was warm with non-stop laughter. Stand-up comedians Akaash Singh and Danish Maqbool graced campus for a couple of hours to perform a stand-up comedy show filled with jokes, jabs and hot takes.
“Look, I’m not gonna get my humanity from Bill f*cking Clinton,” Hasan Minhaj said. “He’s just not gonna understand where I’m coming from, my point of view, the things my community has had to go through – we have to claim that shit on our terms.” Minhaj recalled this specific moment at the 2016 Democratic National Convention as being that which inspired the creation of his new weekly Netflix comedy series, Patriot Act.
How exhilarating it would be to stand at the edge of a cliff, wind whistling around you, with the terrifying thought in your mind that the glorious view in front of you could easily be your last. After all, you’d only need to make one tiny movement to plunge to your death.
Horror films weren’t the only option for experiencing vicarious terror on the big screen this Halloween. The opening shot of Free Solo, the National Geographic-produced documentary about superstar rock climber Alex Honnold, is as gut-wrenchingly vertigo-inducing as it is stunningly beautiful.
Step through the front doors of the William College Museum of Art (WCMA) anytime between now and early February of next year, and you will be greeted with a formidable, undeniable menthol scent. Step further into the gallery to your right, and the ‘80s synths of an incomprehensible yet familiar song will similarly invade your ears.
This past Thursday, the world-class Dover Quartet performed in Brooks-Rogers Recital Hall. The program included Beethoven’s Quartet in C Minor, op.
The third chapter of the Netflix documentary series Bobby Kennedy for President, which played at Images Cinema on Sunday, is bookended by scenes of violence. The show’s opening credits are followed by scenes of the turmoil that plagued America in 1968.