Paul Thomas Anderson As a hot, young filmmaker, Anderson demonstrated one of the most consistent work ethics ever seen in his industry. From 1997 to 2002, the man directed four films; garnering two Academy Award nominations for himself, a Golden Bear from the Berlin Film Festival and the Prix de la Mise en Scène (Best Director Award) at Cannes. Based on his track run, it … [Read more...] about The Auteur Theory: The Impossible Auteur (Vol. II)
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Adios Junior Year and Twenty Years
By Andrew Ramirez * hurry twenty years, are you all packed and ready for vegas, baby? junior year’s riding shotgun, barefoot, barely there with a cowboy hat on his head like a bad joke, and he can’t be blamed— he’s dehydrated. there’s that warm case of caguama swinging whip-quick in my direction. junior year gulping it all down like … [Read more...] about Adios Junior Year and Twenty Years
Life Lessons for Earthlings and Others: Screaming to Be Forgotten
By Sarah Ingerson I grew up with the Scream movies in all their ridiculous, boob-bouncing glory. So, naturally, I knew that I had to see Scream 4. It was terrible, and not in a good way. It was painful to watch it try to go meta. It was like an unfunny version of Scary Movie with more annoying people. BUT, somehow, I did manage to learn a thing or two. 1. Apparently, … [Read more...] about Life Lessons for Earthlings and Others: Screaming to Be Forgotten
The Wealthy: Helping USC Stay Healthy
By Nate Rieder Last week I wrote about the numerous sizeable donations USC has received in recent years and how they seemed to be imprudent and selfish expenditures. To balance things out, I’ve decided to write about a recent multimillion-dollar contribution to USC that seems at long last to be aimed at a department that is actually in quite dire need. I’m a pretty sick … [Read more...] about The Wealthy: Helping USC Stay Healthy
Coachella Me A River
By Andrew Ramirez * This past weekend, for the first time this year, LA was hit with white hot temperatures—some authentic, shirt-sticks-to-your-skin desert burn. So hot it felt good sitting in the shade listening to the radio like you were in a Norman Rockwell painting or something, drinking beer and eating watermelon. Two hours to the Southeast, the Coachella music … [Read more...] about Coachella Me A River


