Author: Leah Steuer

I remember the fateful day so clearly: Thursday, Nov 18. I woke up extra early, rasping “Accio alarm clock!” as I peered at our quiet Muggle campus outside my window. The premiere of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 1 was seventeen long hours away at that point, but

Peter Weiss’ Marat/Sade is by far the most visually and conceptually ambitious production that 5C theater has mounted in the Allen Theater black box. Audiences should be prepared for absolute chaos—screaming dirty actors, flickering spotlights, and an electric air of sexual tension. Also watch out for the guy who spits,

If you like Mad Men, The Sopranos, and Six Feet Under Sometimes watching TV is like savoring a steak, and sometimes it’s like shoving store-bought cupcakes into your mouth. Boardwalk Empire is like a pile of Kobe beef showered in flecks of gold. This relatively new offering from HBO, focusing

I saw a whole lot of Snookis on Halloween, but no matter how high your pouf or how tight your skirt, I bet you didn’t hold a candle to the original. The Snookster and her shrill, well-oiled fellow castmates of Jersey Shore produce hours of vapid, ridiculous, endlessly compelling entertainment,

It has been four months, five days, and nine and a half hours since the Lost finale. Apparently, at this stage of the grieving process, I’m supposed to be feeling “acceptance” and “hope.” That’s kind of true. I’ve “accepted” that my most profound television relationship is over forever, and I

When you’ve got midterms coming up and every waking minute is scheduled for studying or paper-writing, it’s tough to set aside an hour of “me time” for your favorite show. How can you possibly satisfy your brain’s craving for mindless pleasure? Try out one of these quirkier offerings—short, sweet, and

Breakfasts at Frary are getting uncomfortable. Whenever I see a blood orange, I get this sexy urge to slice into it and spill juice all over the table. Then I want to stick pins into my bacon and dump my toast into my coffee, letting it sink to the bottom

It’s been less than a minute since I watched the conclusion of Mad Men’s most recent episode, and I’m already itching for a vodka tonic and a Lucky Strike. AMC’s sharp yet atmospheric period drama is as addictive as the vices it so often features. Tonight, ruminating on the explosive

Whether you’re a first-year prancing off to ID 1 or a senior crumbling under the weight of the future, chances are you’re missing your favorite television show right now. While Pomona College is busy molding us into fine young citizens of the world, Liz Lemon’s getting lettuce stuck in her

During those long, dull days of winter break, I watch a lot of Country Music Television. I used to disdain the channel until I caught one magical hour of “I Want to be a High School Cheerleader Again,” and from then on I was hooked on CMT’s country-fried, reality-soaked programming.