A recent 150-student walkout depicting a culture of sexual harassment at Cambridge Rindge and Latin School got the attention of school and city officials, and one commission has put that sympathy into action by scheduling a free film screening and discussion.
On paper, the story could not be better: Win or lose, Anthony Weiner was going to get a second chance at political life as cameras rolled. But what this documentary became is something darker and more alluring than what the filmmakers could have imagined.
Let the sudden difficulty getting restaurant reservations and influx of black gowns serve as a reminder this year not just that Harvard is graduating a new class, but that Cambridge gets a gift for having hosted it: free two-day admission to the Harvard Art Museums.
“Neighbors 2” might not achieve the comedic heights of its predecessor, but it demonstrates a remarkable ambition – it understands it can make jokes that are inclusive, don’t offend any underrepresented group and can still be funny.
In “The Nice Guys” we’re hanging out in a Los Angeles where the neon buzz of “Boogie Nights” meets the corruption of “L.A. Confidential” – and darkly funny auteur Shane Black has decided Russell Crowe and Ryan Gosling will get us through the night.
It’s been in the works for years – perhaps too many. The game, once the hottest thing you could have on your iDevice, has become today’s “Asteroids.” That and logic aside, here it comes, just what we all needed, the “Angry Birds” in their very own movie.
Our metro area has been responsible for plenty of changes that have reshaped the world – but can it retain its position as an innovation world leader? A five-person panel will examine the question Thursday at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology.
If ever Cambridge’s Multicultural Center were to live up to its name, it’s Wednesday, when a band of performers from nine countries come together to perform songs inspired by jazz, R&B, flamenco, Turkish folk, Armenian folk, and Brazilian and Indian music.
Dropping by unexpectedly to see recovering rocker Marianne Lane and friend, because these things just happen on remote rock outcroppings in the middle of the Mediterranean, is an ex-lover and producer with with a nubile daughter he didn’t know he had.
Ben Wheatley’s newest film is a repulsive, structureless, obscenity of a film that would rather glorify hyper-violence, sexual assault and mayhem then tell a comprehensible story.