The Future of Star Wars: Analyzing a Franchise in Conflict
(02/25/19 6:59am)
Black screen. Triumphant music. Title crawl. Star Wars, it reads, Episode IX. The newest trilogy by LucasFilm is at the beginning of the end.
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Overheards 2.20.2019
(02/20/19 4:14am)
One Member of the 135th Board: "Do tops exist? I feel like everyone at the DP is a bottom."
Street's Predictions for the 91st Academy Awards
(02/21/19 2:11am)
The road to the 91st Academy Awards has been a particularly rocky one. This season’s other award shows—the BAFTAs, the SAGs, and even the famously liquor–fueled Golden Globes—went off without a hitch. But the Academy Awards can’t seem to catch a break. In the past few months, the Academy’s every move has faced major backlash, resulting in the Oscars' first host–less show in 30 years, constant retractions, and worst of all, frequent reference to Kevin Hart. And when Kevin Hart’s name becomes an integral part of popular culture, one can’t help but feel a sense of impending doom.
Meet the Penn Sophomore Who Won an Oscar
(02/20/19 12:59am)
In her senior year of high school, a time when most of us were only beginning to dream up what possibilities the future would hold, Claire Sliney (C ‘21), a former beat reporter for The Daily Pennsylvanian, was in the midst of a project that would eventually land her a win at the 91st Academy Awards.
Dream–Casting the Upcoming 'Wicked' Movie
(02/18/19 5:56am)
Based on the 1939 classic film The Wizard of Oz, Broadway's 2003 premiere of Wicked—a revisionist tale exploring the origin stories of Elphaba, the Wicked Witch of the West, and Glinda, the Good Witch of the South—took the world by storm. The musical has claimed an enviable spot as the second highest grossing Broadway show of all time. Now, the beloved and wildly popular musical is finally getting the cinematic makeover it deserves. Universal Pictures recently announced its official release date for the Wicked movie adaptation as Dec. 22, 2021, and let’s just say fans are (understandably) excited.
Marvel, DC, and the Superhero Movie Problem
(02/19/19 5:09am)
sFor the past decade, the age–old question that haunts blockbuster moviegoers is, “Marvel or DC?" The entertainment companies have been in staunch competition since they were both founded in the 1930s, but wasn’t until the mid–2000s that comics had a revival through the ever–changing film industry. With this, however, the artistry and creativity of the comics themselves were lost in translation. The superhero film, now solidified as a genre, has deteriorated its source material.
‘Alita: Battle Angel’: Manga–to–Movie Adaptations Continue to Disappoint
(02/18/19 2:00pm)
Adapting a film from an already–established bank of source material can be either a blessing or a curse. In Alita: Battle Angel’s case, it’s the latter. Alita tells the story of Alita (Rosa Salazar), a warrior cyborg found nearly demolished in a scrapyard and brought back to life by Dr. Ido (Christoph Waltz). As Alita explores her new home in Iron City, she searches for answers to her forgotten past and falls in love with Hugo (Keean Johnson), a human boy.
BlacKkKlansman or Black Panther?
(02/25/19 2:07am)
It’s time for an African–American film to win the Oscar for Best Picture. The universally coveted award has been facing serious backlash in recent years for its homogeneity, as #OscarsSoWhite so succinctly puts it. Two extraordinarily powerful African–American films have made it to the nominations shortlist this year. BlacKkKlansman and Black Panther sent out shockwaves throughout the country upon their releases. The two are both groundbreaking films, but here’s why BlacKkKlansman should get the Oscar over Black Panther.
Celebrate Black History Month with Hulu
(02/25/19 12:45am)
February is Black History Month which means there’s no time like now to watch extraordinary film and television that honors black creatives and preserves black narratives and culture. To celebrate, Hulu just released a new collection, Black Stories. Comprised of hundreds of titles, Black Stories features unique artists, histories, and stories across all genres. I’ve rounded up a list of the collection’s best five titles you need to watch ASAP.
'Paddington 2' Was Robbed of an Oscar
(02/21/19 7:01pm)
The Oscar nominations were met with excitement. Black Panther got a Best Picture nomination, Alfonso Cuarón was nominated for Best Director, and both Rachel Weisz and Emma Stone were nominated for The Favourite. Perennial industry greats were nominated, including Glenn Close for The Wife and the Coen Brothers for The Ballad of Buster Scruggs. However, while the public celebrated these successes, there was a glaring omission in the list of Oscar nominations: Director Paul King’s artistic masterpiece, Paddington 2.
The Ever–Evolving Trope of the Manic Pixie Dream Girl
(03/11/19 12:48am)
I remember the first time I ever heard the phrase “manic pixie dream girl"—it was as though millions of tiny puzzle pieces clicked together in my head. It was a concept I had been aware of, something that had long frustrated me. It was the phrase that sat at the tip of my tongue for every heroine that fell flat, every female character that managed to strike just the wrong nerve. I knew something wasn’t quite right, but until that moment I was helpless when it came to articulating my grievances.
Street's Sweet Nothings: Max & Will
(02/13/19 7:39am)
We asked Max and Will to talk about their relationship while the other person was wearing noise-canceling headphones. This is both sides of their story.
Street's Sweet Nothings: Sabrina & Jahnik
(02/13/19 7:17am)
We asked Sabrina and Jahnik to talk about their relationship while the other person was wearing noise-canceling headphones. This is both sides of their story.
Street's Sweet Nothings: Kiana & Brian
(02/13/19 7:13am)
We asked Kiana and Brian to talk about their relationship while the other person was wearing noise-canceling headphones. This is both sides of their story.
Street's Sweet Nothings: Susanna & Eric
(02/13/19 6:45am)
We asked Susanna and Eric to talk about their relationship while the other person was wearing noise-cancelling headphones. This is both sides of their story.
The Best Foreign–Language Horror on Netflix Right Now
(02/17/19 10:50pm)
While most horror movies on Netflix are campy and yawn–inducing (I’m looking at you, The Babysitter), a new subset of the genre is gaining popularity: foreign–language horror. These select viewings are all highly rated by critics and audience members alike, and are guaranteed to make a chill creep down your spine.
Overheards 02.13.2019
(02/13/19 7:09am)
PSA to Jeff Bezos: “There’s something in your pants that makes girls want to fuck you. It’s not your dick, it’s your wallet.”
The Love Issue: February 13, 2019
(02/13/19 8:15am)
Essay Contest Winner: Learning to Feel Beautiful
Turning Feelings into Friendship
(02/13/19 6:16am)
I’m the kind of person who tends to fuck everything up. Friendships, relationships, casual dating situations—you name it. Self–doubt always creeps in—does this person really like me? Am I comfortable hanging out with them? Why put in the effort to talk to someone new when I can have a fun conversation with one of my friends? I cut things off, I get way too sensitive, I infect people with my angst. And then, after I do those things, I lie awake kicking myself for doing them. But with you, things are kind of different. You rejected me, my all–time fear! But our friendship survived. And I’m actually happy about that! About a year ago, you and I both broke up with guys a couple days apart. I was full of angst, but you talked to me. You’d already had way more experience than I’d had, but you didn’t make me feel inferior because of that. We got coffee and we talked for hours. And then, just as I was beginning to figure out how much I appreciated you, you left for Europe for four months. I don’t know whether it was our long text conversations or the aura that surrounded you while you were gone, but somehow I began crushing really hard. Every time you sent me snaps, I would swoon and tell my friends, “his eyes are so beautiful!” My friends got tired of hearing me talk about it, but I didn’t care. I was in love! I couldn’t let well enough alone: I decided to tell you. By text. While you were still away. I spent twenty minutes trying to write a text that seemed flattering but not too clingy, as if my exact tone would make or break whatever romantic possibilities existed. I sent it and went to dinner with friends, took a shower, cleaned my room, and ignored my phone for three hours. Then I opened your reply: Thanks for telling me all this, it means a lot, but I don’t think so. Ahhh! I’d blown it! I’d killed my dream and almost definitely burned bridges with someone who’d become a valuable friend (despite being across the globe). That night I got really drunk at a party and wandered around the city for several hours in the dark. I was inconsolable. Then, the next morning, you texted me. Hi, you said. You were at some hacking event and were looking for suggestions for music to put on a website you were designing. Wow. Seeing your name in my notifications was the last thing I expected. I assumed you were trying to be kind and reach out, and so I thought of a couple songs and replied. Nice move, Jackson! I thought. You should have left him on read. You don’t need him anymore! But our relationship didn’t turn out to be about retaliation. Still, we didn’t talk that much for a while, and after the first couple days, I began to get over you. The weather was warm and my friends hung out with me in the sunshine and helped me take my mind off of you. When summer came, I looked forward to getting some time away from the city. I’d applied to spend a month at the beach doing architecture research. You’d gotten back to the States. When I got to Wildwood, I texted you and said hi. You should come down and visit sometime, I said, thinking this invitation was as meaningful as the many lunch plans that people make on Locust every day. Your response flabbergasted me: Let’s find a weekend! I was confused—I thought you’d never want to see me again after everything weird that had gone down. But I was also excited—Wildwood is a nifty place, and I knew we could go on a hella bar crawl! (Or ride some roller coasters or something? I hadn’t thought about it yet!) So you came to visit me! I was so nervous to see you that an hour before you arrived on the bus, I had two shots of vodka at my friend’s house to ease my nerves. But when you came, everything was OK! I didn’t need to worry! We rode the Ferris wheel, we talked about music, we got drunk. It was all right. Everything was in the past. Our friendship was a sunny, beachy haze with Summer Salt playing in the background. Except that my feelings came back, dammit. Back at Penn, the first time I saw you, I panicked. When you walked in the room, my friend next to me must have thought I was crazy. “Oh my god! It’s him! Does he see me? I’m gonna go to the bathroom! Wait! I have to pass him to get there! I’ll just duck! No, that looks stupid! Is my hair OK?” And throughout some of the fall, I was confused when we went to bars together as part of a larger group of friends. I saw all these couples getting happy hour drinks together, and I wished that they were us. I was in a better place about you (and even started going out with other guys), but I still couldn’t figure out what I was feeling. After a few months, though, my feelings began going away. Gradually, but still! I realized that our personalities would never work together. I noticed that I’m not really your physical type, and I sure wasn’t gonna go to the gym and make that happen. And I found that you’re way more fun when I’m sharing weird Tinder screenshots and groovy memes with you than you’d be if we were anything more than friends. You’re a cool guy, and it would be a shame to waste that on a relationship, which would probably have ended quickly anyway, since I’m a massive flake. Thanks for being there for me, even when it didn’t really benefit you. Thanks for going to gay bars with me and enduring the free tater tots that super–ripped bartenders sometimes give us because they think we’re together. And most of all, thanks for not writing me off after I told you how I felt. While there’s no promises I’ll feel this way tomorrow, right now, I’m sitting here in the oddly warm breeze and feeling peace about all this, and it’s pretty groovy.
A Bumble Date That Actually Went Right
(02/13/19 6:11am)
I met Adam on Bumble in September, because I’m a feminist. I was in London, and he had a British accent, and the world felt alive. It was still sunny, and to me, pounds were equivalent to dollars, and everything was flavored by elderflower and rose. We met on a Wednesday, in Hackney, and I walked through a back alley to get to Hatch Coffee, which looked just indie enough. Adam was waiting outside, in a burgundy sweater and the black jeans I would soon give him shit for (why would you ever wear black when you could wear dark wash denim and maybe even roll the cuffs and actually look like an adult man?), and we made the awkward introductions. He hugged me, which I would never typically accept, but perhaps this is what people who meet on the internet do, and I, a foreigner, would give my origins away.
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