Just Missing ‘Normal’
It’s obvious, even from the first couple of scenes, that “Next To Normal” is designed to be impressive.
Hitting Her Marks
Midway through my interview Dance Studies professor and faculty head of the Yale Dance Theater, Emily Coates ’06 GRD ’11, I realized that I’d become distracted by her hands.
Barking Up the Wrong Tree, Thanks to ‘Inspector Hound’
At one point in “The Real Inspector Hound,” the play’s five central characters realize that there may be a murderer in their midst and they all rush to grab improvised weapons — the maid gets a rope, the ex-soldier in a wheelchair clutches a bent pipe and a young socialite fiercely wields a candlestick.
All the Melodrama, All at Once
The Yale Dramat play prides itself on this ambitious sort of crosscutting through time. Written by Jesse Schreck ’14 and directed by Zeke Blackwell ’13, the project is the first student-written production at the Dramat in two years and, considering this sort of institutional support, it aims high.
Hack to the Future
Tech at Yale is here; it has been for several years. The challenge is finding a space for it to stay, and figuring out whether there’s enough room in the University’s old stone walls for both theory and practice.
Our University loves nothing more than celebrating itself. If nothing else, this weekend’s performance of “Kiss Me, Kate” in concert will be a wonderfully gleeful experience of just that.
Come Together, Right Now (Over Yale)
The Graduate Employees and Students Organization (GESO) identifies with an academic approach, whereas Students Unite Now (SUN) is still consolidating its interests into a whole and defining its strategies. And while the groups may come closer to working together, they remain conscious of staying true to their own distinct identities.
You Haven’t Heard This One Before
Sitting in rehearsal for Outside Joke, one of Yale’s newest comedy troupes, things are very far from normal. The members begin with improv, running a traditional short-form game entirely in gibberish. Two players start to shout out nonsensical phrases as they chase each other around the room. One of them steals the other’s wallet. The »
If you’re not on my Gcal, it’s not going to happen
You, yes you! I haven’t seen you in ages. At least since freshman year, when we got lost together on the way to our first lecture, or was it during Camp Yale? (Wait, were you my suitemate?) Anyway, those were good times. Where have you been? What’s the deal with that? We should get a »