Word: chorused
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...made the Top Ten. Warner signed Travis for an album, which became the 2 million- selling Storms of Life, and On the Other Hand, re-released, went to No. 1. All of a sudden, Travis was on the fast track, with the pedal to the metal. Would a chorus of I Told You So sound too much like gloating...
...fine if further annoyed, everyone hid, returning well after midnight to catch the train. They succeeded, but with difficulty. Comfortable boxcars are giving way to sealed containerized loads. The riders settled for a chilly flatcar under a heaving truck, leaving Colton amid a terrifying anvil chorus of wheels, cars and couplings stressing and whining. But a neophyte's raw nerves are soon lulled by the classic rhythms of clickety-clack, as he crawls into a warm sleeping bag to enjoy a moonlit panorama of passing desert and mountains unmarred by highway billboards...
...Even the characters are secondary. Sure, Akeem is the main role, but he is so nice that he's too saintly to be real. He is funny mostly for his ignorance. In one scene, happy Akeem offers a morning serenade to the city of Queens, which responds with a chorus of "Fuck you," to which Akeem, not understanding, offers his own joyous "Yes, fuck you!" This is about the only time Murphy swears in the film. Akeem is a departure for Murphy, and to his credit, he pulls...
...Capitol Hill, a chorus of voices warns that the Pentagon will be lucky to get even that much. Many members of Congress, searching for ways to cut the overall budget deficit, are in no mood to give the military any increase. According to Les Aspin, the Wisconsin Democrat who heads the House Armed Services Committee, the slash in Pentagon budget authority over the next five years is likely to be "closer to $422 billion" than to Carlucci's figures...
...jump up to argue with the assistant director, Mali Hlatshwayo, in rapid-fire Zulu. He thumps his chest. "Emotion," explains one of the cast. At the stage door, starstruck American youngsters gather for autographs, but the kids of Sarafina! don't preen like the show horses of your average chorus line. The girls are mostly hefty. The boys tend toward skinny. Plain faces, remarkably ordinary. Bopping and hopping onstage, they maintain a wary reserve off-hours. Their English is lilting, halting, and political questions are turned aside for fear of reprisals back home. Five minutes before curtain, a hush falls...