Taylor Swift Fearless Review

By Kate Huneke, Senior Editor

The pure love and enthusiasm of Taylor Swift’s legions of fans seemed to burn away the clouds that filled the sky on April 11 at the HP Pavilion. Swift shines, from the brass buttons on her opening bandleader outfit to the brilliant facets tacked onto her signature acoustic guitar. Her opening number, the hit single “You Belong With Me,” satisfied the adolescent, adoring fans, and corresponded with the perfect pitch of the recorded version.

Swift's performed songs alternate between adolescent love stories and tales of relationships gone wrong at the hands of uninterested or dishonest boys. Her singing voice was clear and on pitch, and in response to the skeptical, clearly not lip-synced. Her vocal range is limited and she plays it safe for the most part, sticking closely to her recorded performances, but when she's in her comfort zone, her voice has a sweet, airy tone that works nicely to support the music she writes.

Every second of the show was scripted. Even moments intended to appear spontaneous gave themselves away when interspersed with video clips. What made it work was that Swift, her band and her dancers were fully committed to the performance and that they all seemed to genuinely appreciate the wild enthusiasm of the audience.

The musicians were solid, versatile and did a good job of preserving the spirit of the songs in an arena setting. Some of the more popular material suffered for lack of the polished production of the studio releases, most notably "Fearless," "Our Song" and "Love Story," but for the most part the band delivered, as did Swift.

The night was structured in three acts. The show opened with a dazzling production of the misfit anthem "You Belong With Me," satisfying the many fans who came dressed as the nerdy protagonist from the video. A set of full band hits followed, then, after a brief pause, Swift appeared in the middle of the crowd for a more intimate acoustic set.

Over the course of four songs, she worked her way through the audience and back to the stage, mingling with her adoring and awestruck fans, and finished with a solo rendition of "White Horse." The band returned for an impressively theatrical "Love Story," in which the visuals overshadowed the music. The set closed with Swift drifting through some of her weaker material, ending with a forgettable rendition of "Picture to Burn."

The encore brought the crowd fully back to life with a heart-shaped confetti-drenched rendition of the new single "Today Was a Fairytale," which Swift sang dressed in a San Jose Sharks jersey. The final encore, "Should've Said No," featured a fierce drum battle between Swift and one of her backup singers and ended with Swift singing while being drenched with sheets of rain that somehow spelled out key lyrics to the chorus of the song.

Swift uses her hair more than her voice for emotional emphasis, a move that wore thin as the night went on until, toward the end of the evening, it bordered on silly. The pained ballad "You're Not Sorry" climaxed with Swift tossing her head wildly in all directions as she sat at the piano, in a way that was both trite and contrived.

That said, she is young, gorgeous and has a lot of raw talent and the means to partner with songwriters and producers who can help her take the next step.

The most memorable part of the evening was not the high-production technology or the energetic performances, but rather the small slot of time when Swift stood on stage, marinating in the worship and affection of her fans’ roaring applause.

Clash of the Titans Review

Clash of the Titans (?)

By Christopher M. Cassidy, Staff Writer

Clash of the Titans, remake of the 1981 film bearing the same name, is close to the worst real movie I have ever seen. The director, Louis Leterrier says he is “a huge fan of the original film. It was my first magic movie, and I was wowed by it.” And that he “jumped at the chance to make his own version.” To begin, why remake something that you loved? You remake things that are rubbish, things that have potential to go somewhere with; to improve, not something you love. Anyways, the script is terrible. They repeat themselves a million times and the language is simple and not particularly interesting. The title is completely inaccurate (there are no titans involved in the movie whatsoever), and the acting is completely wooden. Perseus acts like he knows that the director is going to save him, and seems to not have any fear at all. Io tries to take the Obi-Wan Kenobi position of the powerful, wise, and mysterious master by doing some weird and unexplained magic thing to prepare “already prepared” Perseus for a fight with Medusa, but ends up looking like a fool. The sort of fake, not-really-there I’ll go so far as to call it a romantic element is so boring and impalpable that you don’t even want to try to figure it out. The interaction between human characters is completely without merit. The director kills off most of the grand army of 20 people (also lame), so only the main, main, main characters actually matter. The characters themselves are not loveable at all: Zeus is so stuck up that you don’t like him, Hades is downright evil, Perseus (improperly labeled as the son of Zeus) is an unintelligent, rash brute who only lives because of movie luck, and Io (supposedly a nymph turned into a cow and sent to Egypt but a person in the movie) is just plain pathetic; always needing the hero to save her, etc. What you’re left with is wiz-o special effects and a series of set pieces that leave you thinking Is this one any better than the last? If you’re an 8-year-old boy and you want to see giant scorpions charging around, have fun. But I just can’t stand sitting around in a theater watching some dribblesome bore waltz around in a Greek battle skirt showing off his muscles swinging around a plastic sword in the most ridiculous form for troops living off of crackers. So, you stretch, you lean back, you yawn, take a sip of water, and you feel the rest of your lower body start to go numb, and you decide that your money was wasted, and see the kraken. To begin, they got the monster all wrong, giving it a torso and arms and claws and a head, etc, but also, there’s nothing new that you haven’t seen in the trailer. Is it not odd that they show you the monster?! There’s another thing too. After the success of things like Avatar, we are told that everything has to be in 3-D. Now, it’s one thing to have James Cameron design and shoot with 72 cameras for 3-D, but to shoot in 2-D, put it through a computer process that bungles around with it and turns it into 3-D and then charge you extra for the privilege of seeing something transformed into 3-D is completely BANANAS! The director said that he “designed many of the shots with this visual style in mind; stepping INTO new worlds and having big creatures coming AT you.” That means you want to design it with depth… But unless you’re directing a kindergarten show where everyone is a cardboard figure on a stick, EVERY MOVIE HAS DEPTH! That’s the DUMBEST reason for 3-Dification that I’ve ever heard! If you’ve seen the trailer, you’ve seen the movie, just without the headache-inducing spectacle of watching a movie shot in 2-D and then turned into 3-D with some big monsters that through the miracle of 3-Dification are made to look SMALLER, sitting there thinking Oh for goodness’ sake can we just STOP THIS NOW?!

-Some elements of this article were inspired by my beloved film critic Mark Kermode