Word: thuds
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...watch only a vaguely human figure on fire stagger through a room, framed by flames as floor, ceiling and walls burn. (Early in the film there are a couple of graphic shots of charred skin, but--after these few nauseating moments--the death is as distanced as the inaudible thud of a body falling 135 stories.) At the end, gelignite releases a flood of one million gallons of water from the water towers on top of the roof, extinguishing the fire in a tremendous rush of steam as it rushes through the burnt out central core of the building...
...screen is completely dark as Shampoo begins. We hear the always-humorous sounds of a bed creaking under the weight of a couple laboring away in their pleasure-making. In a moment there is the thud of something knocking repeatedly against wood. "Ugh...move down some, I'm hitting my head," a female voice can barely whisper between her increasingly heavy pants. The sounds of wriggling in the bed. The panting continues...
...Zagros Mountains of Eastern Iraq reverberated last week with the thud of bombs and tank shells as Iraqi troops moved forcefully against Kurdish dissidents dug in on the snow-covered slopes. The heaviest fighting yet in a rebellion that has dragged on for nearly two decades was startling but expectable. Iraq was finally able to move against the Kurds after patching up relations with Iran, which for years had provided the Kurds with the means to withstand Baghdad's most determined attempts to dislodge them...
...scene in which the monster, hugging the little girl who accepted him as a friend, innocently crushes her to death. In this version the adorable child and the monster are throwing petals into a well; the cherub looks up too sweetly and asks, "What sall we twow in next?" Thud. Obvious lines fed from one character to another abound, and Brooks often repeats his favorite gags, good or bad, with little regard for the audience's tolerance. You can see a joke coming from around the bend...
...PAINTER assembled his easel in the resonant cranny of a shop's front door at Harvard Square, the wet thud of soused camel's hair as his paintbrush hit the canvas propped on its tripod probably wouldn't pull a crowd. Unlike musicians or actors, someone who makes strictly visual art tends to go at it alone. It is hard to concoct a performance with audience appeal while etching acid into copper plate, sculpting clay--or daubing paint on canvas. But in the long run, interaction with an audience is just as important to the visual artist...