Word: throbs
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...Bacchanalian intensity, lacks just this sort of professionalism. We cannot help but admire his characterization. Half demented encounter group leader, half psychotic drill sergeant, he strips people naked with a sentence. He tells the fat adolescent waitress nobody will marry her. He calls her macho greaser heart-throb, Red Ryder, a fairy. He calls the bluff of an effete, narcissitic New Yorker and waves his wife's priceless violin around threatening to smash it if she doesn't do his bid ding. When the husband tries to come to her aid he shoots...
This movie asks several less than momentous, perhaps risible, questions. Could a figure very like Columnist Jimmy Breslin, the slob-throb voice of New York's little guy, find love and happiness with a young woman cut from the same fine cloth as Dancer Gelsey Kirkland? Can the public be persuaded to accept, as a heartwarming example of the human spirit's indomitability, her triumph over what appear to be terminal leg cramps on opening night of her first starring part in a ballet? Can another big crash-bang score by Bill Conti once again drown...
...Like all jump planes, it has no seats. We sit on the floor in three long rows, 35 of us, facing to the rear, our legs supporting the backs of the jumpers in front of us. There is an occasional attempt at conversation over the engines' throb, but mostly we sit, eyes closed or staring vacantly, catching someone's glance, exchanging a vague smile or nod. The adrenaline is just beginning to flow now, just beginning to lift us. We look at the altimeters on our wrists or chest bands the way commuters look at their watches while...
Poppers with a risky bang Amid the flashing strobe lights and pulsating beat of music in discos across the country, too many dancers are moving frenetically these days to the throb of their own physical highs. For them, Saturday night fever is heightened by a tiny amber bottle openly - and legally - held to the nose and sniffed. The contents, isobutyl nitrite, smell a bit like burning rubber, and the effect is intense and brief - lightheadedness and a sudden rush that makes the heart race and the body quiver. But the chemical's aftereffects can be most unpleasant: headaches, nausea...
...power of this song is offset by two awful turkeys, "Adam Raised a Cain" and "Streets of Fire." Almost identical, they throb like a migraine with leaden, new-wave-inspired beats while Springsteen growls incoherently and lays down overamplified guitar riffs. These songs seem to be his answer to the anger of punk rock, but they sound more like annoying filler material...