Word: torso
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...militaristic theme suddenly blared out, signaling the dancers to cover the stage with repeated, mechanical stag leaps that were almost inhuman in their unfeeling execution. A single woman (notably portrayed by Conservatory student Jessica Klein), stood center stage as the melee of jumping dancers milled around her, using twisted torso movements and jerking arm movements to convey her distress. The harsh, motorized choreography—which was directed by Yuriko, Graham’s former leading dancer who worked on the reconstruction of the piece with Graham in 1989—underlined the isolation and desperation...
...small hill and saw the river. No, not the river, although it was there. What she saw was a pale lump of flesh perched horribly astride a thick branch which reached over the river. She had seen the man before, she knew the blotchy complexion of his torso. It was Frederick. He was naked, weeping, singing, and frenetically stripping bark from the branch in little strips. They fell into the stream and floated gently away, heedless of Frederick’s wracking sobs. Roxanna barely managed to keep silent, so great was the urge to cry out in horror...
...Shropshire tune. “Hey nonny, hey nonny...In the spring time, the only pretty ring time...” Distracted as she was, she forgot to knock, and thus did she intrude on the following scene: Frederick, sweat shining weakly on his pale, mottled torso, was sprawled across a chaise lounge. He was on the verge of tears, or maybe he had just finished crying. He was not alone. Frederick’s head lay in the lap of a man who, while he was not truly shirtless, could not have been called clothed in any real sense...
...you’re going to ignore the SAT Reasoning Test, maybe? What? My mother is crying—mostly because I berated her (it was unrelated), but at least partly because she spent seven months of her pregnancy with a tape player strapped to her torso, repeating complete analogies. Tenet is to theologian what hypothesis is to biologist—not that that matters...
...Michael Caine) and refuses to drop his working-class, home-town accent. Anderson must have figured that the star of the Transporter series, and The Bank Job and a couple of Guy Ritchie gangland fantasies, would bring along his action-film bona fides. Which he does. Also his impressive torso. One of the movie's few moments of relative repose is a long, loving shot of Statham exercising in his cell, the taut muscles of his upper back pulsing under his flesh like alien tumors. He certainly fits into the film's production design, in the New Brutalist style that...