There’s no shortage of hits, but with no clear frontrunner, some of our writers make a case for their personal Summer Jams—the tracks they've been tanning to for the past two months.
“F.A.M.E.” bounces between youthful innocence, explicit sexuality, and time-tested weariness. Though it offers many potential hit singles, the album lacks a cohesive sound and style.
At times, Karen Russell’s “Swamplandia!” is an ode to prose, filled with clever turns of phrase, sharp insight, and language so rich and detailed that images of an isolated Florida swamp seem to jump from the pages of the book directly into the mind. However, its murky plot and tiresome back-and-forth narration overwhelm Russell’s stylish prose and the charm of her characters, and the novel sinks into a swampy, convoluted mess.
"For Colored Girls" paints black women as strong but emotionally imbalanced victims of a resoundingly negative portrayal of black masculinity.
Though professionally run and varied in content, the Arts Intensives Harvard will offer to students in January face many challenges in their pilot stage.
All ages and demographics should get a kick out of "Red," and most will probably wish that they could be badass enough to be classified “Retired, Extremely Dangerous” in old age.
“Lonely Avenue” is exactly what anyone would expect from a collaborative work involving Ben Folds and Nick Hornby – cerebral, melancholy, and musically adventurous.
"Easy A" has a storyline that isn’t particularly original, believable, or funny, and the plot spins completely out of control in the final third, but the movie manages to remain entertaining because of Stone and a few outstanding performances by her supporting cast.
It’s not that “Everything Under the Sun” is a particularly bad album, but rather that it sounds like nice background music, a comfortable amalgamation of Top 40, indie pop, and contemporary adult that you might hear in Urban Outfitters.
"Going The Distance" stands as yet another flop in Drew Barrymore’s extensive resume of mediocre romantic comedies.
The platinum success of Drake’s “Thank Me Later” is proof that self-deprecating, privileged, lovesick hipsters can find a home on the rap world’s hard streets.
“He’s one of those amazing brains who can process advanced quantum mechanics and rip an awesome jazz solo. He uses both sides of the brain to the fullest,” says E. Forrest O’Connor ’10 regarding his roommate Malcolm G. Campbell ’10.
“What if we’re two loons, nutty as fruitcakes, and there’s no one else around as a sanity barometer?” asks matriarch ...
“Can you make good from bad? What is art, and what is musical theater as art?” asks director of “High ...
In order to show the Harvard population that hip-hop dancing is nothing to fear, Expressions is offering two dance workshops on April 21 and April 28.