A Miami student was delighted to see how "real" the women were in "Oppressione," a 1945 film set in Fascist Italy, after his film studies class screened the film on Monday. Malcolm Tedders, a sophomore political science and history double major, was excited to tell his classmates how much he enjoyed the female characters.
As the sun sets on the calm Oxford skyline, employees at Brick Street Bar and Grill pull down their pants to begin their new "pre-pee" service, designed to make their customers feel more comfortable.
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Rumors have spread about a new uptown bar, but Bar 1868 is anything but "new" -- as the name suggests, it has been around since 1868. Or at least the building has.
Inside Dough-Versity Donuts, the walls are gray with white trim, making the shop feel light and airy, like a cloud. The aroma of baked dough and coffee greet every entrant warmly. The shop has a small-town charm complete with wall-hanging plants, steel and wood donut signs and a Joanna Gaines-y interior.
Within a week of popping the question, "Hey, wanna start a band?" a group of people who knew each other from church and mutual friends were honing a sound -- one that meshes jazz, soul and pop. They call themselves Elephants in the Room.
As the clouds parted across the mountainous terrain of Telluride, Colorado, the sun shone above the grassy alcove surrounding the all-female panel at the Abel Glance Open Air Cinema during the 45th Telluride Film Festival.
Forty-eight years in the making, plagued by production issues and ownership disputes, Orson Welles's last film "The Other Side of the Wind" premiered at the 2018 Telluride Film Festival and locks in Welles's legacy as one of the greats. Experimental and thought-provoking, it shows Welles was far ahead of his time. The film has effective commentary on sexual exploitation in film that is even more prescient today following the #MeToo movement, and the need to remain relevant.
Well over a year ago, four friends sat in a Scott Hall dorm room kidding around about possible names for their "fake band"
The hum of cicadas cuts through the late-summer heat as the sun drops lazily below the horizon, marking the end to another blistering day. As the light fades from the sky and students meander back to their houses and dorms, classrooms and laboratories become vacant -- all except for the Center for Performing Arts.
The rain is audible on the turf of Yager field and the sky is a shade of grey that would keep most people cooped up inside. Not rugby players, though. Not Miami University's Old Boys.
