Word: stupors
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...only,” I thought I could neither use my computer nor text from my phone. It was easy, then, to understand those who claimed that Widener was too intimidating, or too imposing, to work in. My first time in the stacks, for instance, in a sleep-deprived stupor after a particularly late night, I wandered through the miles of bookshelves for half an hour trying to find my way out, a panic rising within me as images of my body rotting away somewhere deep flashed through my mind...
...quickly pulled out of my stupor. I heard the door open again and this time the voice was telling me I had to get up, get on the phone, talk to this specialist, write down this address, get in a cab, you’re going to Boston. What...
While most of the album is immediately likeable, the few songs which do fall flat tumble headfirst. Track two, “Keep You Beautiful,” is a disappointing departure from the more audacious tracks. The weak drum beats and timid, painfully repetitive guitar loops invoke a stupor perhaps appropriate to some hazy, dim-lit lounge, but they fail to sustain the energy of the opener. “Keep You Beautiful” also lacks the diversity of the album’s better tracks; while a vibraphone and triangle rescue it from complete monotony, the song...
Over J-term, in the midst of an acute television binge, I happened upon a trailer insipid enough to jolt me out of my Jersey Shore stupor. The movie in question: The Bounty Hunter, starring Gerald Butler in the eponymous role as a vindictive, muscled man who violently kidnaps his ex-wife with all the sadistic merriment audiences have come to expect from the former King of Sparta. The trailer, in which a stiletto-clad Jennifer Aniston is stuffed in a trunk, handcuffed to a bed, and tackled, has such an air of comic exuberance that one almost expects...
Onto this scene stumbles Poe (Ronny Pompeo), seemingly in a drunken stupor. Pompeo successfully inhabits the role with a wild look in his dark, sunken eyes. Five women file in behind him, the five most influential women in his life, ranging from his mother to a whore with whom he forms a relationship. The women circle Poe—who collapses—and begin quietly singing adaptations of his most famous poems in unison, including “Annabelle Lee” and “Alone.” Each woman seemingly competes for Poe?...