Word: creaks
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...American Repertory Theatre is calling the work an "opera" of sorts, a somewhat misleading description. While the soundtrack is often remarkably detailed and well-orches-trated, it by no means approaches melody or beauty, concepts that are foreign to the play and its precursors. Every line of dialogue, every creak, stomp, shout and ominous musical note is pre-recorded and meticulously planned. The actors mouth their lines as the words resonate throughout the theater, creating a mood that reinforces the impact of the show's other-worldly, puppet-like realm...
...creak down the thirteen or fourteen steps of the basement staircase, and he'd recognize "Thunderfoot" from the size-eleven heaviness of my movements, calling out that nickname to reintroduce me again to his world. I'd grab my own blanket from the closet at the back of the room, and he'd make sure I had socks on my feet before he'd allow me to stay; after that, I was free to plop myself into one of the upholstered chairs nearer the television, or perhaps settle for the carpeting in front of the coffee table...
...photometers, there is hardly a wide eye in the room. This love of minutiae is an affection Gore shares with Clinton, but the President and Vice President cut different impressions. Clinton is a loose and easy presence; Gore jokes that he knows he is alive "because I hear myself creak every so often." Gone is the latent cutup who late at night during the campaign would plant his large wing tips on a plastic tray and surf from first to economy class during the takeoff of his plane, tossing out a chorus of James Brown's I Feel Good...
...floor, and then, when their tryst is interrupted, grouses that he has to put all that stuff back on. Even dressing is a pain for this winded warrior. Audiences seem to love the jokes about what a tired old man he is. Some viewers can empathize; their joints creak along with Clint...
...Allen and Mia Farrow on the witness stand, Room 341 of the State Supreme Court building in lower Manhattan can seldom be described as "hushed." The din of construction work and the shriek of police sirens outside easily penetrate the courtroom windows. The government-issue wooden chairs pop and creak when their occupants change position, which, given the occasional lulls of legalese, happens regularly...