Leisure

Just forget it, Sarah Marshall. Superbad was funnier.

Producer Judd Apatow has created a perverse (yet strangely endearing) Holy Trinity of contemporary comedy in the last few years: The 40-Year-Old Virgin, Knocked Up, and Superbad. And this machine just keeps spitting out more, with Drillbit Taylor and Walk Hard: The Dewey Cox Story as the most recent (and worst performing) of the bunch. His latest film, Forgetting Sarah Marshall, has its charms, and certainly tries to engage in an honest examination of relationships, like the best of Apatow’s films. But unlike, say, Knocked Up, the laughs feel cheap, and so does its exploitation of the audience’s emotions.

By Jeff Reger April 24, 2008

Leisure

Fountains, belly dancers, and finger food, oh my!

Whether it’s a drive-in, a draft house, or a serenading mariachi band, the elusive combination of food and entertainment is dying out. Dupont Circle haunt Marrakesh, though, masters the art of bringing entertainment straight to the dinner table by pairing hypnotizing belly dancers with delectable Moroccan cuisine.

By Vivian Chen April 24, 2008

Voices

Primaries a primary lesson

As our plates steadily emptied of their honey-baked ham and sweet potato pudding last Christmas, I suddenly realized my family had nearly exhausted our usual yuletide conversation topics (including plans for escaping the grimy winter months ahead through trips to Pennsylvania’s version of the Riviera—Florida) and was headed directly for that reliably disastrous discussion topic: politics.

By Sara Carothers April 24, 2008

Leisure

Drinking the Derby

The Triple Crown is considered one of the greatest sporting events on earth. Man and beast labor as one, sweating and straining to reach the finish line; everyone else hangs out at the bar, showing off their large hats and signet rings. Ponies and potent potables have always gone hand in hand, and though this weekend’s Busch-soaked festivities at Foxfields may give the casual observer the impression that horse-racing aficionados are nothing more than meatheads marauding in madras, the average adult libation at a racetrack is as refreshingly spirited as the fillies galloping around it.

By admin April 24, 2008

Voices

Collecting homes in Cairo

In the last nine months, I have shuttled between Cairo, Dublin, Vienna, and Haifa. I’ve climbed Mt. Sinai, danced in an Irish ceilidh, been force-fed schnitzel by my Austrian family, played billiards with Bedouins in Jordan, and wandered through Jerusalem at night.

I haven’t been back to Portland, but somehow home has found me anyway.

By Simone Popperl April 24, 2008

News

Epicurean opens, finally

Worth the wait? Epicurean & Co. Restaurant officially opened its doors to the public yesterday, serving free food throughout the day. From 11 a.m. to 2:30 p.m., Epicurean, which has... Read more

By admin April 24, 2008

Leisure

Georgetown students making art: Senior Studio Art Majors Group Exhibition

Looking for an art exhibit to check out during study days? Art lovers and the broke alike should find just what they’re looking for in the Class of 2008 Senior Studio Art Majors’ Group Exhibition held in Gallery 101 in Walsh. From drawings and paintings to photography and pop art, there’s something for everyone, as the styles, perspectives, and forms are more diverse than Georgetown itself.

By Vivian Chen April 24, 2008

Page 13 Cartoons

Play honest, not nice

It would be much more helpful for all of us if our papers left those classrooms in shards. Instead, it seems like the barrier to raising your hand is having some point of praise to help the criticism go down easier. At twenty-one, I’d rather leave this Mary Poppins treatment behind; in a writing class for upperclassmen, criticism is neither rude nor unnecessary. Even good writers sweat out bad pieces, and I hope they’d like to know it when they do. The decision we make everyday in those classrooms is to value politeness over honesty, and it leaves us victims as much as perpetrators.

By Mike Stewart April 24, 2008

News

Saxa Politica: Sexy, not Dowd-y

I’ll admit that, upon first hearing about GUSA President Pat Dowd’s (SFS ‘09) ambitious $40,000 Summer Fellows program, which would give 20 students free summer housing so that they could pursue unpaid internships that would be otherwise unavailable, I was skeptical. Given the interminable amount of time it takes most collaborative initiatives at Georgetown to get off the ground—former GUSA President Ben Shaw (COL ‘08) spent almost a year trying to get free newspapers on campus—the apparent ease with which Dowd and Vice President James Kelly (COL ‘09) were approved for funding (on April 14) and released a GUSA Summer Fellows application (April 15) was both surprising and commendable. The feat, however, would have been impossible without the cooperation of the GUSA Senate.

By Kate Mays April 24, 2008

News

NEWS HIT: Fine time

With the May 1 deadline for taxicabs to switch from zones to meters approaching, a District of Columbia court ruled on Monday against cab drivers who challenged the legality of the switch.

By John Cooke April 24, 2008