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...talk about special effects. What about doing San Francisco, earthquake and all? With all this computerized lighting and scenery elevators, we could tear the whole town down two shows a night. It would be fun to hear people gasp over something besides robots for a change...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Show Business: Well Hello, Reno, Hello | 6/19/1978 | See Source »

...series of questions and answers--Vlada Petric directs a questions to Loeb Producing Director George Hamlin: "Since you belong to this institution, do you plan to hire Mr. Serban to change a little bit of the theater we see here, which I find very conventional, boring and stale?" People gasp, some applaud, some laugh. During a reception afterwards, Petric tells me, "Two elderly ladies just came up to me and told me that I ought to be ashamed of myself" He says it with evident satisfaction, almost gleefully. He has made this criticism of Harvard theater before, and says...

Author: By David B. Edelstein, | Title: Vladimir Petric Teaches Film | 5/15/1978 | See Source »

...Gasp, you say. Yes, the last one, so all of you will have to sever your musical umbilical cords next week and find out for yourselves when the Big Names are playing the Big Clubs. But fear not, at least you can go out this week secure in the knowledge that you are in good hands, and exams do not start for another two weeks anyway...

Author: By Eric B. Fried, | Title: We Warrened You | 5/4/1978 | See Source »

...looked as though the Crimson would have to foul to get the ball back but Harvard's Frank Konstantynowicz stepped in front of Cornell's captain, Cedric Carter, and took a thunderous (and dramatic) tongue-in-cheek fall to draw a charging foul and give Harvard one last gasp...

Author: By Bob Baggott, | Title: Women Cagers Romp But Men Drop Thriller | 2/25/1978 | See Source »

...that this present meant relatively little to Loren Jr. It wasn't the stocks that his son should have appreciated, Olivier says to himself, sitting in the driver's seat and clutching the wheel. "It wasn't the money. It was the car," and the word "car" becomes a gasp, a whine, a plea, a lost, dying sigh, a single syllable endowed with a lifetime of emotion, and as Olivier's head sinks down into the shadow of the steering wheel, John Barry's dignified music rises and the camera slowly dollies back to include the mansion and the grounds...

Author: By David B. Edelstein, | Title: Not the Promis'd End | 2/16/1978 | See Source »

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