Word: rolled
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Director Diana Carpenter and choreographer Amy Ragsdale appear to have staged every word, polishing gestures and blocking to the point of stylization. Invention tops invention, and the tempo never falters; the quieter numbers seem to roll gracefully out of the frenetic moments, picking up speed and then tossing us back into the razzle-dazzle. Ragsdale choreographs persons and not feet; every limb has its moment in the spotlight, bobbing bodies trade steps from one corner of the stage to another--and when all that fascinating business converges into a single group motion, the effect is exhilarating. The chorus slides into...
...would have loved, full of snarls that melt into whimpers, and with a deadpan that borders on hysteria. During his amusing solo, "Be Like the Bluebird," his playful vocal tricks give way to a voice as soaring as any in the cast. Phoebe Green's moll Bonnie, suggests the roll of the ocean all by herself, like a slightly underfilled waterbed: push on the thrust-out derriere and the chest doubles in size. This kind of physical characterization requires uncanny discipline, and when she marshals all that energy into a number like "Heaven Hop," she and the four accompanying "Angels...
...nation's steelmakers from following U.S. Steel in its attempt to raise prices far beyond what would have been justified by the settlement won by striking coal miners. His tactic-phoning U.S. Steel's competitors and persuading them to announce smaller increases-forced U.S. Steel to roll back its own hike. Bosworth's 20 COWPS officials have now begun gathering cost data to give the council a clear picture of just how much prices can be hiked by any major industry without speeding up inflation...
...When's this bus gonna roll?" she hissed from the back of the Greyhound, shifting around on the seat in a white chiffon gown. "Gawwd-damm!" she cussed, "when's this driver gonna get us to Winterhaven...
...indeed, Felton could, as he squared around on Brown's first pitch--an outside fastball--and plunked it cleanly down the third base line. With the ball halfway down the line and angling toward the chalk, catcher Joyce wisely yelled to let it roll. The pill scooted straight along the line for perhaps a second--Pearce and Brown hovering over it quizzically, like consulting surgeons, Felton already safe at first--before mysteriously hooking back into fair territory. Pearce snapped the ball up in his palm with disgust...