Word: pallidity
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...Washington, including the Capitol building. Office workers groped through dim hallways toward daylit exits, subway trains coasted into motionlessness, and tourists stood around in knots, prevented by guards from entering the darkened Capitol. But no mere utility collapse could be allowed to shut down the U.S. Senate. Under the pallid glow of a lone emergency light, the lawmakers went about their business as usual. Since the bells normally used to call the Senate to order had been knocked out, a clerk gained the attention of the nation's most exclusive debating society by thumping loudly on a metal trash...
Democracy seems especially pallid in a year when political drama has had a bracing revival. Plays like Guantánamo: 'Honor Bound to Defend Freedom'--another British import, about the treatment of detainees at the U.S. naval base in Cuba--have built compelling drama out of real-life interviews and transcripts, while such anti-Bush works as Sam Shepard's new The God of Hell, a caustic parable about a nefarious government agent terrorizing a Wisconsin farm couple, give off the sparks of real political anger. By comparison, the polite, political-science-class dramatics of Democracy seem as outmoded...
...soothing, contemplative one. Equally calm but with a sinister undertone is Albanian Anri Sala's Blindfold. Blank billboards on Vlorë and Tirana roofs reflect the rising sun into the viewer's eyes, people hurry by on the street, and after a long stillness, a pallid hand emerges from a balcony, hangs out a towel, and quickly withdraws. The works are isolated in dimmed rooms or scattered around a large space. As you thread through a cryptlike corridor, the revving motors and shouts of Israeli Yael Bartana's Kings of the Hill hit you before the work itself...
...with a cup, yet a soothing, contemplative one. Equally calm but with a sinister undertone is Albanian Anri Sala's Blindfold. Blank billboards on Vlor? and Tirana roofs reflect the rising sun into the viewer's eyes, people hurry by on the street, and after a long stillness, a pallid hand emerges from a balcony, hangs out a towel, and quickly withdraws...
...suit that renders him unrecognizable. Lloyd Webber insists that he wasn't trying to make Phantom II, but comparisons are inevitable, and unflattering. Phantom was about more than atmospherics: it had a focused narrative drive and a brilliant illusionist production by Hal Prince. Woman, by contrast, is often pallid and dramatically confused. This is a disappointment not just for Lloyd Webber fans but for theaterland as a whole. These are tricky times for musical theater: the genre seems unable to produce successful new material, and depends too much on yesterday's tunes - shows based on old pop songs (by Abba...