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ARTS
By Clio C. Smurro
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
A trio of singing midgets, a live pianist pounding away at a keyboard, and a dizzying strobe light seem to ...
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NEWS
By Clio C. Smurro
Friday, October 21, 2011
On December 2, 1942, James Bryant Conant received a phone call from prominent physicist Arthur Compton.
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ARTS
By Clio C. Smurro
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
This past weekend, the Boston Lyric Opera concluded its run of “Agrippina,” an Italian opera written by German composer George Friedrich Handel. With visual richness, delightful humor, and creative staging, the performance offered a brief escape into scandalous ancient Rome.
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ARTS
By Clio C. Smurro
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
The Boston Conservatory Dance Theater presents “Liaisons,” a performance featuring works by Martha Graham, Jose Limon, and contemporary choreographers.
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ARTS
By Clio C. Smurro
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Over Thanksgiving break, Clio made several shell bouquets.
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ARTS
By Clio C. Smurro
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Directed by Joseph G. Hodgkin ’12, the Hyperion Shakespeare Company’s production of “Antony and Cleopatra” takes William Shakespeare’s classic tragedy ...
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ARTS
By Clio C. Smurro
Friday, October 22, 2010
“To find a novelist with such nuance and precision, one would perhaps need to return to Dickens or James.”
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ARTS
By Clio C. Smurro
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
The quality of Hoffman’s acting and infrequent scenes of dark humor provide rare moments of cinematic skill, but as a whole, the film’s poor pacing, forced dialogue, and lack of emotional identification with the characters ensure that “Jack Goes Boating” just can’t stay afloat.
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ARTS
By Clio C. Smurro
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
In a variation on a surrealist parlor game, a small group of Harvard students pass around a blank sheet of manuscript paper folded like a fan.
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ARTS
By Clio C. Smurro
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
In the opening scene of “The Pillowman,” a man, covered to the waist in a rough burlap sack, lies sprawled on a table, while a lone wooden rocking horse rests forgotten in a corner.
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