Word: crescendoe
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...winked, sly-smiled thrust of her hands in which each finger had a job and a mind of its own, not so much defying time and gravity as making them seem irrelevant, burnishing the Fosse moves into the classic permanence of a Van Gogh swirl or a Beethoven crescendo. In preserving Fosse's spirit, she preserved her own. She knew that they were both creatures of the living theater, of the lightning that struck but once, inevitably reduced by film and electric furniture. "Watch him move," she'd say of Bob. "He knows the joke." Clearly, so did Gwen. Remember...
...John Cassavetes had directed Seinfeld, it might have looked like this. Acerbic Seinfeld co-creator Larry David plays himself in a largely improvised series that follows a familiar pattern: David does something insensitive, lands in hot water and so on until we reach a crescendo of comic discomfort. The humor is minutely observed, but the improv reminds you how much nonactor Jerry Seinfeld benefited from comic backup and tight scripts. At his best, though, David can still make you laugh till you squirm...
...When it reaches a certain crescendo, you know it," observes Abraham Foxman of the Anti-Defamation League of B'nai B'rith, who fired off a letter to Lieberman calling his remarks "inappropriate" and "unsettling." But the vice-presidential nominee was just getting started. He praised the Democrats' prescription-drug plan as a way to keep the Fifth Commandment to honor thy father and mother, likened Al Gore to Joseph for shepherding the surplus to prepare for lean years ahead, and cast Clinton as Moses for parting the Red Sea with his economic program. The latest battle over the appropriate...
...reflects that there is a growing momentum behind the anti-sweatshop movement and the Workers Rights Consortium," said Maria A. Roeper, the WRC's coordinator. "It's obviously a crescendo of involvement...
...sort of deflation comes in the aftermath of Super Tuesday - a sense of premature crescendo, as if the party had been called off at 9:30 p.m. John McCain and Bill Bradley gave the race its resonance - its conflict, its moral fire, its nastiness. Now - poof! - both of the interesting men appear to be gone. And we are left with Gore and Bush, the sons, the dynastic duo, the Expected Ones...