Word: climaxing
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...paraded among the patrons in dinner jackets and evening gowns, eliciting some sidelong glances but not much else. Throughout a performance of Lohengrin, two women in the audience held hands and caressed one another while onstage the pure knight sang of his love for the chaste Elsa. At the climax of Tristan und Isolde, one bejeweled lady was so overcome by the intoxicating music that she pitched backward into the laps of the unflappable listeners behind her. Richard Wagner, who caused all the excitement, rested peacefully in his grave behind his villa Wahnfried, buried, in the phrase of one astonished...
...Poles began to mark the two weeks of emotional anniversaries that will climax on Aug. 31, the date when the Polish government signed a national accord two years ago with Solidarity, the true depth of the "invisible" hatred had yet to be measured. However unlikely another outburst of widespread national unrest seemed last week, it still could not be counted out. There is a precedent: two years ago at the Lenin shipyard, when one strike came to an end and another of a totally different sort began...
...tone!" Fonda's critics took a different view. "She has a body like wood," one man said. "You don't want to stroke her, you want to sand her down." Dale Pollock, a reporter for the Los Angeles Times, complained, "That scene is supposed to be the climax of the film. Instead, it's a commercial for Jane Fonda's Workout Book." If so, the commercial did its job. Work-out (Simon & Schuster, $18.95), published the month On Golden Pond was released, has had 31 weeks on the New York Times nonfiction bestseller list...
...while sending it up by adding a funky chorus of observers: three black girl singers in tight skirts and tighter harmonies. In the show Audrey Jr. is Audrey II, and at the outset is a tiny terror: Pac-Man's mean mutant brother. By the show's climax, it envelops the stage and (gasp!) most of the audience. This is a carnivore with its own intimidating charm, thanks to clever manipulation by Martin P. Robinson and the voice of Ron Taylor, who sounds like Paul Robeson crossed with an air-raid siren...
...wanna quit, I wanna get out, I wanna travel, dream, wander!" Cassavetes exclaims. Mazursky seconds the emotion the only way he knows how: by making a movie about not wanting to be involved in the business of moviemaking. Eventually, though, the artist must return home chaste and chastened. The climax of this two-hour 20-minute odyssey is a series of ecstatic helicopter shots over Lower Manhattan. It is a refreshing vision-like a crème de menthe sipped at twilight in the Windows on the World, 107 stories above the only dream isle our moviemaking Prospero could live...