There’s a moment in Stephen Gaghan’s new film when, if you don’t already believe it to be the truth, you will be convinced of how evil and misguided our vice president is. Bob Barnes (George Clooney) has been captured, and he is having his fingernails systemically pried ...

Wonderland Salvage is the first Intime production I’ve seen that boasts a “This show may not be appropriate for children under 16” sign by the box-office. As I discovered, this warning is not without reason. The show is dark and deals with a number of depressing and serious issues ...

Is Canada the new Seattle? Not quite, or maybe just not yet. But with the recent deluge of artsy, eighties-looking, super-hip indie bands from America’s neighbor (The Arcade Fire, The New Pornographers, Broken Social Scene) our definition of cool has shifted just a little bit north.
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“TRUST but verify,” goes the Old Russian proverb, and such a maxim can apply to the Guggenheim’s current “RUSSIA!” exhibit, which seems to require further probing – further verification – to find the reason for the obvious compensation attempted by using all capital letters and an exclamation point in its title.

Princeton is not conducive to good mental health....If you enter freshman year with problems, then you’re up the proverbial shit creek, and University Health Services is not going to throw you a paddle.

Let’s play some free association. I say “Viv.” You say…“coffee.” Wrong. I say “Viv.” You say…“Sheryl Crow.” Right!
About a week ago, I ventured to Café Viv for the first time in quite a while, softly singing “Soak Up the Sun” to myself on the walk over ...

With angular features and shoulders broad enough to match his considerable height, Gabriel Heiber, 19, embodies the youthful energy of his idyllic surroundings at Bucknell University. He speaks quickly with darting gestures, unconsciously borrowed from his time spent in the pool playing water polo for Bucknell’s varsity team.
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Thanksgiving is always a good time to accent one’s moral superiority at the dinner table. I’m in a grumpy, stressed out state of mind, so here’s my beef...

La Rambla of Barcelona is like a mile-long circus. Thousands of people speaking 20 different languages come and go on the promenade at all hours of the day, stopping to admire street performers dressed as mermaids, Roman statues, and harlequins who smile and blow kisses in exchange for 20 cents ...