Word: gaspeing
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...scene is a seaside village on a remote stretch of Canada's Gaspé Peninsula. Almond uses his color camera as a landscape painter might, pausing now to frame a snow-banked brook and barnyard, now a pile of upturned boat hulls rotting in the winter sun. The country store, the local garage with the inevitable Coca-Cola sign and the railroad tracks piercing through the barren hills like a steel spine flash by in a blur of fast cuts. And always there is the distant, forlorn sound of cowbell and gull cry, wind and heaving...
When the Metropolitan Museum's Thomas P. F. Hoving dropped the word recently that the Met was planning to "reattribute" several of its Rembrandts, there was a gasp from museumgoers. Fake Rembrandts at the Metropolitan, of all places? It seemed altogether too shocking to be believed. But art scholars in Rembrandt's own Amsterdam, London and Paris scarcely blinked at the news. Like every other great museum, the Met is constantly in the process of re-evaluating and recataloguing the entire collection of paintings, and in fact the current examination of its 31 Rembrandt oils...
...glorious and unbelievable meet. But unfortunately it proved to be Harvard's dying gasp in Eastern League Swimming. The freshman meet that day foretold a bleak Crimson future. The Elis, led by Steve Clark, crushed the Yardlings 61-34, setting NCAA, pool, and University records with reckless abandon...
...Harvard's domination of college track began to wane. The Golden Age began to tarnish after the Crimson's 11th Intercollegiate title in 1892--its last for a long time. For the next four years, Harvard struggled to stay in contention. Then, in 1896--its last pressive last gasp effort that would be followed by a sustained slump in the track department--Harvard's tiny contingent to the first of the modern Olympic Games in Athens picked up five gold medals...
...short of success. An attempt to simulate awkwardness in the opening scene achieves only slowness. At the other interval when smart pacing could do much--the death of Regina's husband--Nichols throws it all away, so when Horace runs desperately up the stairs, the audience doesn't even gasp. Nichols, it is true, has a tolerable eye for blocking small groups: with 5 actors, he is happy; with 4 or 6 comfortable; with 3 or 7, resigned. But where it counts, with 1 or 100, he retreats stealthily into the confines of his aisle seat and lets matters proceed...