I commenced my senior year at Penn in a fit of political rage. After having spent the summer and fall of 2004 canvassing for the John Kerry campaign, and the following spring abroad in Paris ignoring the results of the election, I returned to the States in June of 2005 only to be bombarded by torrents of Bush-friendly media images.
Due to an overwhelming level of recent interest in Penn's squirrel community, this week, Street has decided to feature an exclusive interview with a campus squirrel.
Street: Were you born on campus, Squirrel?
Campus Squirrel: No, my family emigrated from war-torn Czechoslovakia after the Iron Curtain fell in '89.
Street: How did you get into the record store industry?
Michael Heinzer: Well, my friend Milan Marvelous wanted to open a record store --
Street: Wait, his name is actually Marvelous?
MH: Yeah, Milan Marvelous.
Street: Is that his given name?
MH: No, I think when they got married, they decided to change it to Marvelous.
There is absolutely no room in 2006 for Sharon Stone's 48-year-old breasts.
Since Basic Instinct 2 sports scarcely any other images -- excepting car crashes and endlessly-recurring exteriors of large phallic buildings which can all be read as metaphors for Sharon Stone's breasts -- I am going to venture that there is no room in 2006 for Basic Instinct 2.
A sad attempt to revive the '80s/'90s sex thriller genre, Basic Instinct 2 suffers from severe temporal confusion.
Jason Reitman's Thank You for Smoking depicts the plight of Nick Naylor (Aaron Eckhart), a propaganda-spouting cigarette industry mogul whose dubious business ethics haunt his tender relationship with his 12-year-old son.
Street: How long have you been working here?
Jim Steel: Since February of '99, but I've been coaching since '89 in North Carolina.
Street: Are you an athlete yourself?
JS: I played front line at football in college.
Street: How long have you been working at the deli counter?
Lauren: A little over two years.
Street: Do lots of odd things happen here on a regular basis?
L: Well there's not too many people that come up and ask for interviews; that's kinda odd...
Street: What's like the weirdest thing you've ever gotten a request for?
L: On Monday, someone asked, "Can you put ketchup on that?"
Street: On a sandwich?
L: Yeah, on a hoagie.
Director John Whitesell literalizes tropes of gender and racial identity confusion in his Big Momma's House 2, which meditates upon the nuanced difficulties of existing in society as an obese African-American woman, while in reality being a skinny black man.
This summer I did a great deal of self-evaluation. I thought about the upcoming experience of being a senior and the culmination of a very pleasant little educational track that benevolent forces had seemed to guide me along.
When one hears the name Joan Crawford, an image of a frenzied Faye Dunaway sporting a green sleeping mask with larger-than-life eyebrows might come to mind, accompanied by the phrase, "no more wire hangers!" How could an actress whose celebrity outlasted the average movie star's by at least four decades suffer such a rapid and humiliating post-mortem decline of reputation?
Tim Corrigan, chair of Penn's brand new Cinema Studies major, gives the program two thumbs up.
Tell us about the new film major at Penn.
There's been a film program and minor at Penn for about five years now.