This Saturday, May 8, the film Easy A (directed by Cornell grad Will Gluck '93) will be showing at Cornell Cinema. The Sun spoke with him about his film and Cornell's influence.

Some of the brightest stars in Hollywood are (fictionally) from Cornell! 

In his final column, Naushad Kabir discusses the significance of movies in his time at Cornell, and in life in general.

The Sun discusses Cornell Cinema's recent screening of Edouard Glissant: One World in Relation and the philosophies and ideas presented. 

Chaotic. Crowded. Demeaning. Humiliating. These are the words that typically spring to mind when we think of immigration to the U.S. in the early 20th century. But director Emanuele Crialese brings something new to the table with his 2006 drama The Golden Door.

“I’m gonna fight ’em off. A seven nation army couldn’t hold me back.” In 2003 the lead singer of the White Stripes, Jack White, sang these words for the first time. Seven years, five MTV Video Music Awards and five Grammys later, his words ring truer than ever, as the White Stripes continue to take the music world by storm, breaking rules and defying convention every step of the way. 

There’s something to be said about being on spring break and having the supremely dorky audacity to engage in meaningful conversation. Perhaps it’s the curse of the college student to always remain a college student, even well away from campus, on break.

The Super Bowl halftime show committee continued the trend of picking old fogeys for the musical performance at this year’s game (perhaps a continued trend of conservatism after Janet Jackson destroyed America’s youth by baring forbidden anatomy nearly a decade ago). This year, we got The Who — a fine choice of epic rock classicism, had they not appeared to have been held together with anything more than spit, polish and sealing wax. When Tom Petty played, we tolerated his 30-year old take on “American Girl,” and even seemed surprised when he scratched the bottom of his high notes on “Free Fallin’,” but hearing Roger Daltrey chicken squawk an attempt at “Baba O’ Riley” was only offset by the fact that the audience singing along at home and in the stadium actually aided in masking the pitch-rape occurring on screen. No forgiveness for that, old-timer. You killed your own anthem. Contemporary artists aren’t always a bad choice, as the relatively worthless No Doubt still managed to coax out a decent performance in recent memory (although getting some help from Sting on “Message in a Bottle” might have also masked their awfulness a little), and old-school bands still have the potential to be compelling. Remember U2’s wall of names from 2002? Why can’t an epic, historic performance be the standard for the halftime show of America’s game?

Raise a glass and toast, as Cornell Cinema celebrates its 40th anniversary! Let’s hope that 40 really is the new 20, and that this birthday does not spawn the typical midlife crisis (I don’t know if I could handle a paint job touch-up that turns Willard Straight Theater’s walls bright yellow, or something of that sort), but instead is just the first of many age related celebrations.

Ever seen a movie that’s so bad it’s good? Of course you have. We’re not even talking about Uwe Boll’s movies, so laughably awful and incompetent that the torturous irony is what draws audiences, but cinematic events like Commando or Con Air.