There is the campy musical that knows it's shit and loves it. There is the campy musical that makes the most of a shitty budget to become something special. Then there is the campy musical that is just thoroughly a piece of shit.
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Earlier this month, the beloved late night hangout Calhoun’s Bakery closed its doors. The cafe, which was located on West Broadway, was a place where UBC students often went at all hours to study and gulp down mug after mug of coffee.
“People come to our events and have an idea for something new, we are open to that. We want to give people what they are looking for,” said Dylan Perdue, founder of UBC’s sole hip-hop club — Rapper’s Without Borders.
At the cost of a $4.50, we here at The Ubyssey expected a food item of relatively large quantity and quality. Surely what the server would hand us would be a good, filling confection, sporting flavours typical of Mexican food, we thought.
I went to see Improv Against Humanity, which was hosted by UBC Improv and the AMS. Based on its name, I came expecting dark humour and nihilism. Instead, I found all forms of comedy, sweet moments and even hope.
Have you ever been to a poetry slam? Me neither — until last Monday. I didn't know what to expect, or really what it even was. I decided to attend the Youth Slam, for people aged 13–20, which is regularly put on by Vancouver Poetry Slam.
With its witty self-awareness and bold lack of conformity to UBC's standard glassy architecture, Emilie dared to suggest not only redesigning Loafe's interior but also the whole building in which it rests.
At first glance, improv looks fun and lighthearted. This is a lie. Instead, it requires you to practice, commit and dive in headfirst without questions. Once you have fallen far enough, you will find yourself in the world of competitive improv.
Manual Cinema's Ava/Ada was an unforgettable experience that will stick in my mind as one of the more impressive pieces of theatre/film/puppetry that I have ever seen. If you should ever have the opportunity to see them perform, take it.
At the start of her show, the 23 year old singer-songwriter let us know that her band had driven to “the wrong border.” She was up there solo, with just her voice and a bass guitar to play her Indie-rock.
Student films are a very special thing, in good ways but also in very bad ways. The majority of the time you get something that looks like it was made by a bored ninth grader the day before his media project was due.
We’re only a month into 2017 and we can already tell that it's going to be a really shitty year. Brexit is going to happen, the far right might take power in France, senseless acts of racism and violence have spread into Canada.
In their annual rendition of Eve Ensler’s play, The Vagina Monologues, UBC’s very own VDAY club featured a series of emotionally captivating performances depicting female experiences and everyday struggles in contemporary society.
In a lot of ways, Stuart McLean was my first love. I grew up with him and his stories. The Vinyl Cafe was a staple in my life. Every Sunday at noon on the dot, CBC Radio would be on and Stuart's voice filled our home.
The first song they played was Fleetwood Mac’s “Dreams” — yes, the players-only-love-you when-they’re-playing “Dreams.” If you haven’t heard Dianne Reeves’s rendition of it yet, what are you waiting for?