“The Butterfly Effect” Directed by Eric
Bress and J. Mackye Gruber New Line Cinema

 
Taking a departure from Ashton Kutcher’s recent slew of
romantic comedies, “The Butterfly Effect” is a
brilliant sci-fi thriller that catches audiences off-guard,
challenging them to think about the extent to which everyday
decisions can affect the future of one’s life.

Maybe opposites really do attract.
From Chris Tucker and Jackie Chan, to Will Smith and Tommy Lee
Jones, the entertainment industry has shown that the pairing of two
seemingly contradicting characters seems to be the formula for
box-office success, at least in the non-buddy, buddy-action film
genre, if there is such a thing.

For college students who have been thinking about entering the
entertainment industry, a new program hosted at UCLA this summer
provides the opportunity to take a swim in Hollywood’s waters
without worrying about drowning in the process.

Yvonne deLaRosa Green thinks she just may be a part of
history.
“The master plan behind everything as a Latina was that
there weren’t a lot of things out there.

In less than 20 days, millions of people from around the world
will be eagerly watching as Hollywood hosts its biggest party of
the year, the Academy Awards.

After millions of viewers tuned in for the first season of
“Sorority Life” over the summer, MTV is back at it
again, this time with fraternities representing.

After picking up my visiting friend from the airport two weeks
ago, I was disgusted at the first thing that came out of her
mouth.
Not “How have you been?” or “What’s been
happening at school?” but rather, she asked me “What
celebrities do you think we’ll run into at UCLA this
week?”
I didn’t even feel like answering her question, one that
I’m sure many others have also heard when showing out-of-town
friends around campus.

Last winter, the founders of Lambda Epsilon Omega fraternity
took over the UCLA campus, manipulating their pledges above
Kerckhoff Patio and running amok around Royce quad.

If the hype looks too good to be true, then chances are it
probably is.
As obvious as this lesson may seem to most level-headed
individuals, I had the unfortunate privilege of learning it the
hard way last week along with hundreds of other students from UCLA
and USC, after sitting on Hollywood Boulevard for nearly two hours
under a stuffy vinyl tent, and for what?

Come Friday, I’ll probably be spending Valentine’s
Day alone yet again, but this year I’m putting the blame on
someone other than myself: more specifically, those
estrogen-filled, male-deprecating movies known as
“chick-flicks.”
Title them whatever you’d like ““ be it
“Sleepless in Seattle” or “Two Weeks
Notice” ““ modern-day romantic comedies have all seemed
to work against me in the same vicious way rich guys driving
Ferraris make me look when I borrowed my dad’s ’85
Volvo.