Nothing Left Un-cliched: The Yale Class History Video Ruins Yale

For those who don’t know his work, meet Kurt Schneider, ’09: Yale’s musicman. He’s the self-promoting mastermind behind the meteoric stardom of crooner Sam Tsui, as well as other Yale video mock-magnets. His specialty, which has earned him hundreds of thousands of tween fangirls on YouTube, is arranging fey covers of shitty pop songs and producing the living daylights out of them (see this Miley medley). As the man behind the epic success of Tsui and “That’s Why I Chose Yale,” he was well poised for his final, dastardly ploy: making sure that the last piece of multimedia his classmates will remember from their bright college years is his own. Kurt scored thousands of dollars of administration funding to write and direct The Yale Class History Video, played at Class Day in front of the entire school, as well as a gaggle of famous alumni and guests.

Basically, Kurt Schneider cursed his alma mater with “Nothing Left Unsaid”: a tweeny, uber-hetero, straight-to-DVD-esque love-story that happens to be set at Yale, but has absolutely nothing to do with it. It’s a cloying carnival of cliche, with more faux-sentimentality than you can shake a pair Traveling Pants at, all punctuated by a tinkly piano/violin medley that sound likes the background music of a Tide commercial. Schmaltzy, saccharine, soulless, sanitized: fuck alliteration, it’s just shitty. It’s your beloved couch-humping dog after being neutered. Oh, and it’s got 353,566 views. Excuse the imbroglio; not since “That’s Why I Chose to Ram a Soldering Iron into my Ears” has IvyGate been this terrified by a Yale video.

It starts with two friends: Carter, a well-meaning, wholesome Yale senior (read: pussy) and the other, Dave, a contrived comic foil that’s about as funny as a Turkish flotilla. Hollow but pretty stock-characters start us off on our journey to Nickelodeon-ville with lines like,

Carter: I can’t believe you wore that jungle safari outfit.
Dave: I told you, it’s a rainforest exploration suit!

So, Carter has a Yale bucket-list (cliche #1), one of which includes nature exploration (cliche #2). He also has a gorgeous girl on his mind — Katie, another senior — that is denied personhood beyond object-of-desire status (cliche #3, and Yale women scoring yet another victory). Wait a second, now that I think about it, the only other woman in this Class History Video is a one-liner pretentious egghead than gets shot down in class section…

Okay, well, moving on… The trio hike up to a cliff-face overlooking the slums of New Haven, where a willowy, and possibly-high Katie stares out agog:

Wow, you can see everything out here… It’s like a city of fireflies. (cliche #4… oof)

But no words can really do justice to what follows (brace yourself and just watch 3:36, barf bag at the ready). Katie, now apparently Natalie Portman in Garden State, leans over to Carter:

Katie: Hey… do you want to scream?
Carter: What, why?
Katie: Don’t you feel sometimes you just wanna… yell out… at the whole world?
Carter: Um, sure, after you.

So — apparently jonesing far too hard for the D — Katie has managed to up the schmaltz to Letters to Juliet level, blatantly plagiarize a Zach Braff movie, and deliver cliche numero cinco (#5, Frenchies). And then, quoth she, this whisper-bomb:

Katie: How about with you?

They scream out over the homeless people, drug-dealers, and Yale students hoping in vain for a cool, fun graduation, and Carter slinks his arm around her. A puppy dies somewhere. “That was fun!” says Carter. No. No it fucking wasn’t.

Now I’m just upset. Well, anyway, there’s an unfunny interlude with a wasted (that is, poorly utilized) Prof. Murray Biggs — hell, all the talented people in this movie were wasted, all of them! — and then, goddamnit, Carter and Katie are throwing books off a building (cliche #6). In the market for soulless, heavy-handed expressions of youth and faux-life-affirming-Romanticism: you know, like, skateboarders and breakdancers on McDonald’s packages, Edward Sharpe in sexting ads, and Coca-Cola “Open Happiness” propaganda? Schneider’s got you covered. Then this:

Carter: Alright, ready to toss some stuff? 1… 2…
*Katie, ever the free-fucking-spirit, throws the books.*
Carter: Couldn’t just wait till three?
Katie: Why does everyone always wait till three?

Carter goes in for the kiss. A smaller puppy, along with an endangered sugar glider, dies somewhere.

Of course, Katie initially refuses Carter’s Mormon-esque advances because she doesn’t want to fall for someone so soon before graduation (cliche #6). Or because she’s a cock-tease. Either way, Carter temporarily gives up. But then his BFF secondary-character Dave (oh, he’s back) gives him a motivational speech about seizing the moment, inspiring him to, well, do so (cliche #7). The rest, as they say, is horrific. (9:04 onwards).

Carter tells Katie how he fucking feels.

Carter: You’re the coolest girl I’ve ever met.
His revelatory nice-guy speech ends, there’s an awkward silence… Carter walks away, dejected. Tweens weep. But wait! “Carter!” Katie calls out. She runs to him, the orchestra crescendos, they embrace…

Katie: You’re a little bit cool yourself.
They kiss. The Yalies in the background of the video (and sure as hell not the ones in the audience) applaud gleefully. And in the bucket-list notebook, Dave crosses out Carter’s final entry: “Nothing left unsaid.” (cliches 7, 8, 9, 10, 129381028, 128e.askjk;as…). A puppy embryo is aborted somewhere. Schneider’s 14 year old YouTube fans scream in glee. Here’s his target audience, user S1MPL3xPLAN:
4 hours ago
Well done! Watched this so many times and have shared it over Facebook. Now, everyone I know is watching it!
But after four years of general collegiate debauchery/sincerity, Yale’s graduating seniors probably had a different take.
Compare this Wonder-Bread-athon with last year’s Yale Class History video — created by some hipsters and improv people — a legitimately hilarious, profanity and nudity-laden lark replete with boundary-pushing wit, which left the Class of 2009 in glee. And it probably had a far smaller budget than Schneider’s Mickey-Mouse-club entry.

Whatever Yale is, “Nothing Left Unsaid” ain’t it. It’s ABC Family. It’s Disney Channel. Hell, it’s the deformed, white-bread offspring of the two. It’s Bieber and Cyrus (note the haircuts). Also, note the incredible production values, the sheer, artificial “perfection” of it all, wrapped up with a tagline, a neat little bow, and yes, you’re hearing that right, a vomit-inducingly corny Sam Tsui ballad about graduating played over the credits.

Worst of all, it’s just not genuine, nor is it college. It’s a shameless PR exercise for the sole benefit of its director’s burgeoning media career and a waste of the talents of its well-meaning cast.  But, on the bright side, our “what hath god wrought” and “falies” tags have ne’er been more appropriately used.

Harvard Prefrosh Rejected Over Facebook Status… Maybe

The Interwebs (and an annoying Facebook group) are in uproar over an apparent case of college admissions cyber-seppuku. Apparently, a lucky but highly unintelligent high-schooler posted his college successes all over Facebook with a derogative but joking anti-Harvard message. A friend proceeded to leave some unintended dramatic irony on his wall before, allegedly, Harvard got in contact to rescind the offer of admission. Here’s the image:

The “fully paid scholarship” part — for this idiotic-sounding, smiley-using kid — sounds sketchy, leading us to suspect that the whole thing is a less-than-elaborate hoax. And would he really have gotten all of his admissions letters at the same time? Even more suspicious: who would choose anti-fun Harvard over Yale, Duke, Penn or Columbia? (We kid the Cantabs, we kid.)

HuffPost: Harvard is Not Fun

Well, that’s settled... Our friends over at HuffPost College just released a list of America’s Top Ten “Anti-Party” Schools. Harvard took the number four spot, the only Ivy to grace the list. Their reasoning:

Harvard students must clear proposed parties with school administrators. The school does not recognize fraternities and sororities, and party rules are strictly enforced by Cambridge police — the fun must end by 2 a.m, and once that happens, there’s always homework to be done.

How surprising, given Harvard’s phenomenal history of successful parties! The anti-fun designation probably won’t do much to hurt Harvard’s matriculation rate; only its general coolness and community well-being. So no problem!

Cornell Loses Computer With Everyone’s SSNs, All Students’ Credit Ruined Forever

cornell_loses_ssnsGiven the insanely high costs of tuition these days, college students have certain expectations of their academic institutions. These expectations include good concerts, at least one place on campus that sells crepes, and cops that aren’t complete buzzkills. Most importantly, students expect their college to keep their personal information safe. So when a Cornell-owned computer containing the names and Social Security numbers of thousands of Cornellians was stolen, it was clear that somebody focused too much on the crepes. On Tuesday afternoon, Cornell sent this e-mail to over 45,000 current and former students and faculty in order to say “our bad”.

Dear Current or Former Member of the Cornell Community: 

Last week, we learned that a Cornell-owned computer that was stolen earlier this month contained your name and Social Security Number. Please accept our most sincere apologies for this unfortunate event. 

In order to inform you of this situation as quickly as possible, we are sending you this email in advance of a formal notification via U.S. mail. 

Hooray! We’re all fucked!

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