WORLDVIEW: A Parisian Persona
The essence of Paris is sublimity. I can barely take a leisurely walk on these worn, cobblestone streets without distraction.
The essence of Paris is sublimity. I can barely take a leisurely walk on these worn, cobblestone streets without distraction.
There is a common excuse that one might hear from those who hold an unfavorable opinion of classical music.
Spring Awakening is a show that is wrapped in a straitjacket of controversy. Written by Frank Wedekind at the turn of the 20th century, it covers subjects that theatergoers of a prim and uptight 1890s Germany would have found heinously shocking.
Last Tuesday, the Student Peace Alliance and Students Organized Against Racism held a screening in the Golding Auditorium of Crips and Bloods: Made in America, a documentary by Stacy Peralta about the two rivaling Los Angeles gangs.
Trey Parker and Matt Stone are two lampooners whose talents for the raunchy, the ridiculous and the borderline-offensive have made them household names to comedy lovers.
When people think of George Frederic Handel, the triumphant chords of his "Messiah" are part of the usual soundtrack that accompanies such thoughts.
Call me behind the times, but Thursday evenings's performance of RENT by Tympanium Euphorium was the first time I'd ever seen the Pulitzer-Prize winning musical in person.
My Name is Asher Lev, put on by the Lyric Stage Company of Boston, is a story about hardship, grief, exhilaration, art and finding one's identity in his own community.
Last Friday, Brandeis had the rare opportunity of being the venue for a tradition of music that has long been fading into the annals of a colorful but dying history.
The Eagle, a tale of moody, muscled men and unflinching patriotism, is a rehash of an old yarn: A man whose honor has been scorned must embark on a long and difficult journey to regain what he has lost.
The 2025 Kentucky Derby sees sovereignty make history
Boston Celtics move on to the second round of playoffs
Letter to the Editor — Mateo Levin
Letter to the Editor — Matthew Pfeffer
Undergraduate Commencement: Class of 2025 says goodbye