Word: wail
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...film, when Manuela discovers her son's fate, she lets out a hoarse wail of sorrow, chilling in its nakedness. Much later she is onstage, filling in for Nina as Stella in Streetcar, and she emits precisely the same cry; she has remembered and transformed her mourning into art, and the audience applauds fervently. It is a lovely clue to one of the movie's themes, as Almodovar describes it: "the capacity of women to act without being professional actresses: to lie, to fake, to perform. Men and women both have loneliness, pain, the same kind of suffering...
...film covers three nights in Manhattan in its heyday of urban despair. The whole world's an ambulance, it seems, and all the people in it merely victims. This movie pulls, emotionally as well as aesthetically. Sounds and colors of the sirens and streetlights are stretched out to a wail and a blur, and anguish tugs on every line of Cage's face. Many key scenes are cramped into the driver's seat and bloody siren lights stain the medics' faces. This gristly and sometimes hallucinatory style is not for every viewer's consumption. Sensory overload coupled with the constant...
...minivan--arrived when our son turned six. It turned me into a soccer dad, ferrying him and countless of his friends to school and Little League and all the other appointed rounds of the busy childhood of suburbia (for me, a wondrous place filled with not the wail of ER sirens but the music of kids' bicycle horns...
...spin doughnuts in the mud, then stand an Ellie May or a Daisy up in the back and drive slowly through cheering throngs. When the girl collects enough Mardi Gras beads from slobbering Bubbas, she answers their obscene chant with a lift of her shirt. Fights break out. Sirens wail. It's like spring break, except nobody came from college...
...opted as soon as the bombing started, and throughout the country there is a uniform hum of pro-Milosevic, anti-Western diatribe. What's more, the bombing has become less terrifying to Serbs. The sirens still sound at 8 o'clock each night in Belgrade, but the wail is now muted. The residents of the embattled city have given the sirens an affectionate nickname, "Esmeralda," after the popular Mexican soap opera that used to appear on Serbian television at 8 p.m. Increasingly the war seems like just something to watch on the tube, a long-running melodrama with only occasional...