Emerging as one of indie folk’s biggest names, Lord Huron made their Charlottesville debut Sunday night at the Jefferson Theater.
Earlier this year, I came across a tweet from emo-rock duo Dads, forecasting Philadelphia indie-punk group Modern Baseball ““will be the blink 182 of our time”:https://twitter.com/wearentdads/status/415349535112986624” With blink-182 ranking as my all-time favorite band, I found the comparison bold — and surprisingly, ultimately true.
Rom-coms are my guilty pleasure. Despite its unoriginal, stock formula, my heart still melts watching “Love Actually.” I’m a proud, hopeless romantic with an unabashed belief in fairytales, soul mates and chance encounters.
A&E sits down with star of Feb. 14 film “Endless Love” Alex Pettyfer
Last weekend’s production of the Spanish play “Idiotas contemplando la nieve,” translated as “Idiots Contemplating the Snow,” marks the 32nd year of Spanish theater at the University of Virginia.
This month’s new album from Of Mice & Men, “Restoring Force,” marks a significant change in the band’s style.
I had a hard time believing Mark Wahlberg had his own reality television show when I discovered “Wahlburgers,” the new show that details the life of the actor and his family and the burger restaurant they own: Walhburgers.
With dramatic choir music, eerily colored lights and a stage with a seemingly endless amount of trap doors, the Folger Theatre in Washington, D.C. spared no expense in its recent production of Shakespeare’s “Richard III,” creating a show that can only be described as epic.
The great tragedy of the evening, to quote a rather unwelcome 3 a.m. text message, was that “nobody could get up and dance.” When the 22-year-old uber-stylish Shlohmo — the stage name of Henry Laufer — loped onto the small, stuffy stage of Old Cabell Hall’s auditorium, he was faced with a crowd which was entirely seated, surely to his dismay.
I’m no stranger to scary stories. At eight years old, my dad introduced me to the twisted mind of Edgar Allan Poe and ever since then I’ve been utterly intrigued by all things dark and mysterious.
Comedians. Cars. Coffee. One would think it impossible to ruin these three almost universally appealing things. But Jerry Seinfeld manages to ruin all three in his Internet show, “Comedians in Cars Getting Coffee.”
This past Wednesday, short story writer and mystery novelist Lauren Groff performed a book reading as part of a series sponsored by the English department. Though the excerpts were not entirely captivating, the experience offered valuable insight on the writing process.
“Portraying the Golden Age,” currently on display at the Fralin Museum of Art, is an understated but inspiring exhibition that highlights intricate portrait-style art from the Netherlands.
“Black Sails,” the new hit show on Starz, cruised into viewers’ homes late January and has quickly become one television’s newest shows-to-watch. The pilot episode was the most popular debut on Starz since the channel’s inception, and a second season has already been announced.
British indie rock back Bombay Bicycle Club finally released its fourth album, “So Long, See You Tomorrow,” to well-deserved critical acclaim.
The University Programs Council teamed up with Intramural-Recreational Sports and the University climbing team last Thursday to bring “Reel Rock 8” to Newcomb Theater. The film, a compilation of four documentaries, follows climbing’s most daring athletes as they escape the conventional world and seek refuge thousands of feet in the air with only a rope, a few hooks and sheer willpower.
This self-loathing, sexually frustrated, closeted boom operator was my introduction to the actor who would turn out to be one of the most talented and successful thespians of our generation: Philip Seymour Hoffman. The inarguably premature death of Hoffman at 46 years old on Sunday, Feb. 2 has many movie lovers recalling memorable performances from the star’s 22-year career.
Bruno Mars may only be 5-foot-6-inches tall, but at this year’s Super Bowl halftime show, he proved that he is a giant in his own right.
Growing up happens like a thunderstorm. It’s not a steady hum that moves in lockstep with the second hand, but a nocturnal headrush of self-laceration, scatterbrained recollection, and cognitive mapping, followed by a testing period.
