Even so, the screenplay, credited to Chan and three other scribes (including Stanley Tong, who helmed several of Chan's films), is patchy and bumpily
paced, with a mood that swings wildly from frantic to goofy.
[Maddin] mixes black-and-white with toned sequences, mime with talking, locked-down expositional tableaux with bumpily
fluid musical numbers." As a simulated "part-talkie," the film is intended to be "not juvenile but willfully childish" in its "primitive" aesthetic.
If you might hang with me for a short while, I'd like to attempt to convey the deep emotions a certain middle-aged bowhunter is experiencing while he coasts rather bumpily
into his reflective years.
* Don't just focus on adjectives; talk about powerful verbs: the branches tickle the sky, the stream chatters over the stones, clouds tiptoe overhead, a cat slumbers in the shade, boats bob bumpily
in the harbour.
(102) Some of these statements appear to have been constructed primarily as a defense against charges of plagiarism and thus might be expected to fit only bumpily
with other arguments.
This was a chamber-music account, tenderness and intimacy setting the huge apocalyptic outbursts into proper context, with the CBSO Chorus persuasively confiding in their whispered, crystalclear diction (what a pity the altos led decidedly bumpily
into the "Libera Me" fugue).
The road yet again bumpily
winds through miles and miles of dense jungle before terminating in the northernmost town in the Andamans, Diglipur.
As general aviation moves bumpily
along toward a replacement fuel for 100LL, there's a backlash brewing.
(1) Most compare successive translations; taking a teleological view, they tell of a bumpily
asymptotic evolution from the "crude, ridiculous and inaccurate" (2) adaptations of the 1890s toward ever more faithful and readable Arabic translations.
In considering Martin and Bradley's works together, it seems useful to invoke the poles of Robert Rauschenberg's practice--Combines and "White Paintings." In the first, painting balloons bumpily
into the sculptural field, like a popcorn kernel pushed outward by a buildup of thermal energy; in the second, painting withdraws, gathers itself to itself, leaves the shadows playing across its surface to whisper about the fungibility of perception.
"I am the trainer, and I should be allowed to take my man, and you are my man, to see my horse," he says, steering bumpily
over the sunhusked grass.
After the plane comes bumpily
to a stop, the passengers clamber out.