Sentences with phrase «dead spaces in between»

It's also jam - packed with more characters all fighting for more screentime, more plot, more exposition, more storylines, and more dead spaces in between all of the good stuff.

Though the movie has more than its share of memorable scenes (from the brainwashing flashbacks, to Frank Sinatra doing karate, to Angela Lansbury's third - act soliloquy), there's too much dead space in between, including a superfluous subplot with Janet Leigh (who curiously gets third billing) that could have been cut entirely.

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They stand — these local heroes, these saints and sinners, these men and women of God — in that difficult space between the living and the dead, between faith and fear, between humanity and Christianity and say out loud, «Behold, I show you a mystery»

When Smith tells Isabella, in Rimbaud's voice, that «we are dying,» she pronounces the girl's name with heroic indignation, as if only poets can straddle the space between the living and the dead.

31 year old Everson Griffen can be cut for a huge 10.7 million in savings (he'll have to prove he's worth keeping this season; also potential for restructure) * Mike Remmers can be cut for 4.5 million in savings * Kyle Rudolph can be cut for 7.6 million in savings (no dead cap either) * You might have to choose between one of Decker / Wright and save 3 million here Do you have the space to bring Anthony Barr back at 12 million a year?

In the future, NASA's upcoming James Webb Space Telescope could possibly help distinguish between a glowing disk or a planet around the dead star, solving the mystery.

day 1 ARMS - standing curl - 15,12,10,8,8 - incline hammer curl - 12,10,10,8 - concentration curl - 12,10,10,8 - bench press - 15,12,10,6 - reverse wrist curl - 15,12,10,8 - wrist curl - 20,15,12,10,8 - laydown tricep ext - 15,12,10,8 - tricep kickback - 15,12,10,8 Day 2 legs - dumbell lunges - 16,12,10,10,8 - calf ext - 25,20,20,20 - sitting calf ext - 20,20,20 - mule calf ext - 20,20,20 - squats - 15,12,10,10 - hamstring curl - 15,12,10,8,8 - leg ext - 15,12,10,8,8 Day 3 Shoulders and back - side arm lift - 15,12,10,8,8 - single arm dumbbell pull - 15,12,10,8,8 - front barbell press - 12,8,6,6 - straight leg dead lift - 15,12,10,8,8,8 - dumbbell shoulder press - 12,10,8 - drop set - 8,10,12 - overhead laydown barbell pull - 12,8,8,8 - front dumbbell lift - 15,12,10,8,8 - laydown reverse butterfly - 12,10,10,10 -25 #plate front lift with barbell shrugs superset - 12/15, 12 / 12,12 / 10,12 / 8,12 / 8 I space these out over 7 days and do various exercises in between, generally pushups, crunches, other calisthenics, and walking / jogging.

That being said, one of the best and scariest parts of Dead Space is the element of surprise, so if you don't want anything spoiled I'll just give you a heads up that you may only want to read the next paragraph and the last paragraph as everything in between has a few scares that would be all the better without knowing about them.

She's a more expressive version of the scavenger bots in Dead Space 3, a cross between Elika from Prince of Persia and Vita - Chambers, a more functionally useful take on Elena in Uncharted, slightly ridiculous whizzing along skylines, her dress blooming out like Mary Poppins, but it sure beats having to carry her.

In our first podcast of the new year, DesertEagle discusses House of Dead Ninjas, A Space Shooter for Two Dollars, Sky Fighters, and Hot Shot Shorties, while Samurage offers an discerning comparison between Limbo and...

In a manner similar to Dead Space and Dark Void, players navigate these free - floating zones by gliding between highlighted sections of levitating scenery.

I found Darkside Chronicles solid, though it's somewhat in a strange position between old school arcade style rail shooters and the innovative action adventure approach of Dead Space Extraction.

There have been a lot of comparisons made between Morphite and No Man's Sky, and they're somewhat accurate: Morphite is what you get when you strip the few elements from No Man's Sky that were actually good — the varied and beautiful planets and their flora and fauna — resulting in a title that's as dead as outer space.

As the performers moved about the space in a random pattern of loose choreography, they sang the lines: «Who say you have to be a dead dog... One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do... And it comes down, it comes down, well it comes down, and it comes down, it comes it comes... Scores of blood and fire and freeways, I am going to get my share... One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do... Who say you have to be a dead dog...» Handling each other's bodies with as much regard as the set's props, the performers alternate between a cappella and in - the - round chorus, fugue and eventually total discordance, rising as high as Math Bass as she climbs to the top of the ladder supported by her full cast in order to smash the plant and end the performance.

Setting the tone for the exhibition, her wailing figuration calls to mind the haunting incarnations of the weeping woman in folktales, wandering the liminal space between the living and the dead, keening for lost loves.

, you are lying on the floor of your place looking up, a small draft runs through the room, between the door and the window, and all things seem perfectly still, wind only disturbs concrete in imperceptible ways, or it may take millions of years to be noticed and, as the air runs through the space, all your plants move and all is animated and all is alive somehow, and here are the thoughts of all men in all ages and lands, they are not original with me, and that wind upon your plants is the common air that bathes the globe, and we have no ambitions of universalism, and I'm glad we don't, but the particles of air bring traces of pollen and are charged with electricity, desert sand, maybe sea water, and these particles were somewhere else before they were dragged here, and their route will not end by the door of this house, and if we tell each other stories, one can imagine that they might have been bathed by this same air, regrouped and recombined, recharged as a vehicle for sound, swirling as it moves, bringing the sound of a drum, like that Kabuki story where a fox recognizes the voice of its parents as a girl plays a drum made out of their skin, or any other event, and yet I always felt your work never tells stories, I tend to think that narrative implies a past tense, even if that past was just five seconds ago, one second ago was already the past, and human memory is irrelevant in geological time, plants and fish know not what tomorrow will bring, neither rocks nor metal do, but we all live here now, and we all need visions and we all need dreams, and as long as your metal sculptures vibrate they are always in the Present, and their past is a material truth alien to narrative, but well, maybe narrative does not imply a past tense at all and they are writing their own story while they gently move and breathe, and maybe nothing was really still before the wind came in, passing through the window as if through an irrational portal to make those plants dance, but everything was already moving and breathing in near complete silence, and if you're focused enough you can feel the pulse of a concrete wall and you can feel the tectonic movements of the earth, and you can hear the magma flowing under our feet and our bones crackling like a wild fire, and you can see the light of fireflies reflected in polished metal, and there is nothing magical about that, it is just the way things are, and sometimes we have to raise our voice because the music is too loud and let your clothes move to a powerful bass, sound waves and bright lights, powerful like the sun, blinding us if we stare for too long, but isn't it the biggest sign of love, like singing to a corn field, and all acts of kindness that are not pitiful nor utilitarian, that are truly horizontal as everything around us is impregnated with the deadliest violence, vertical and systemic, poisonous, and sometimes you just want to feel the sun burning your skin and look for life in all things declared dead, a kind of vitality that operates like corrosion, strong as the wind near the sea, transforming all things,