The premise of “She’s Out of My League” is an interesting one: a slight variation on the typical boy-meets-girl romantic comedy. But the plotline is a dud, selling out in the end for the formulaic happy ending everyone has seen before.
Students stood awaiting the chance to decompress under the hands of the Stressbusters in Lamont Cafe last night.
Peter Cook stood on the center of the stage, the audience circled around him. He pointed to the left side of the room and twenty pairs of arms immediately went up in the air.