Sentences with phrase «not judder»

Western economies would not judder to a halt.

Not exact matches

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Yet there are many plodding stretches which Corbet doesn't succeed in concealing by inserting wild camera movements combined with Scott Walker's bleak, juddering orchestral score.

«Juddering» is as good a description as any of how a diesel runs when not all cylinders are firing.

If you don't wait for it to drop then you either strain your clutch or upset the engine and the car judders before the engine speed matches that of the transmission, especially in lower gears (1st to 2nd, 2nd to 3rd).

In any case, from my experience brake judder usually comes from different brand rotors and pads which may or may not subside as time goes on and the two wear together.

If the process isn't done easily, it can cause the chitter (or judder or whatever name for it you are used to... the vibration on clutch engagement at lower speeds).

If you feel a juddering when moving off, it's probably the dual - mass flywheel on the way out — not cheap, and it makes sense to get the clutch replaced at the same time, so the total bill will be well over a grand.

It's a remarkably comfortable car in which to cruise, with a firm yet soothing ride quality that comes as something of a surprise: it doesn't crash and judder over bad roads like some sports cars.

It is then that I hear a juddering intake of breath behind me and realize I am not alone.

We could look at videos, and 1080p Katy Perry played, but not well and with significant judder.

Watching the shells count down as your screen judders from each shot, you know there won't be anyone left standing by the time you're empty.

Motion blur in films is not even close to the same as judder caused by a low framerate.

The sensor never jumped or failed to track my movements perfectly, and there did not appear to be any juddering.

We can talk numbers: it runs at a native 1080p resolution and at 30 frames per second in the campaign, 60 in multiplayer, with not a hint of screen tear or judder or slowdown, and just a little texture pop - in.

On the positive side though it doesn't suffer from any slowdown or framerate judder and the action is feverish for almost the entire game (whereas Atari's effort is particularly barren in terms of combat frequency and has a headache inducing framerate).

Granted, some may not like the judder and unevenness that accompanies a dynamic frame - rate, but a patch is set to be released which will offer an option to lock the frame - rate to 30.

There are several small niggles such as sometimes sounds happen slightly after an event on first play — one presumes they are being loaded and then cached — and there are a few instances of slowdown in the big fighters like Samurai Showdown, but we are not talking show stoppers just jerks a judders really — the emulation is fairly spot on throughout.

The camera EIS (electronic image stabilisation) is not as good as claimed and can be over aggressive giving a judder in video.

The other real struggle for the KU7000 is judder with 24 frames - per - second (FPS) content — it's 3:2 pulldown chops don't seem to be on the same level as Samsung's premium tier TVs, and it doesn't help that this is a 60Hz panel.

It's not the most powerful graphically and although most of the time that isn't a problem, we did find the occasional judder.

If you're using an older TV that doesn't support different standards across both 50Hz and 60Hz (the latter for the US market), you might find some judder on some content.

It went something like this: hotel check - in, locate room, locate wifi service, attempt connection to wifi, wonder why the connection is taking so long, try again, locate phone, call front desk, get told «the internet is broken for a while», decide to hot - spot the mobile phone because some emails really needed to be sent, go «la la la» about the roaming costs, locate iron, wonder why iron temperature dial just spins around and around, swear as iron spews water instead of steam, find reading glasses, curse middle - aged need for reading glasses, realise iron temperature dial is indecipherably in Chinese, decide ironing front of shirt is good enough when wearing jacket, order room service lunch, start shower, realise can't read impossible small toiletry bottle labels, damply retrieve glasses from near iron and successfully avoid shampooing hair with body lotion, change (into slightly damp shirt), retrieve glasses from shower, start teleconference, eat lunch, remember to mute phone, meet colleague in lobby at 1 pm, continue teleconference, get in taxi, endure 75 stop - start minutes to a inconveniently located client, watch unread emails climb over 150, continue to ignore roaming costs, regret tuna panini lunch choice as taxi warmth, stop - start juddering, jet - lag, guilt about unread emails and traffic fumes combine in a very unpleasant way, stumble out of over-warm taxi and almost catch hypothermia while trying to locate a very small client office in a very large anonymous business park, almost hug client with relief when they appear to escort us the last 50 metres, surprisingly have very positive client meeting (i.e. didn't throw up in the meeting), almost catch hypothermia again waiting for taxi which despite having two functioning GPS devices can't locate us on a main road, understand why as within 30 seconds we are almost rendered unconscious by the in - car exhaust fumes, discover that the taxi ride back to the CBD is even slower and more juddering at peak hour (and no, that was not a carbon monoxide induced hallucination), rescheduled the second client from 5 pm to 5.30, to 6 pm and finally 6.30 pm, killed time by drafting this guest blog (possibly carbon monoxide induced), watch unread emails climb higher, exit taxi and inhale relatively fresher air from kamikaze motor scooters, enter office and grumpily work with client until 9 pm, decline client's gracious offer of expensive dinner, noting it is already midnight my time, observe client fail to correctly set office alarm and endure high decibel «warning, warning» sounds that are clearly designed to send security rushing... soon... any second now... develop new form of nausea and headache from piercing, screeching, sounds - like - a-wailing-baby-please-please-make-it-stop-alarm, note the client is relishing the extra (free) time with us and is still talking about work, admire the client's ability to focus under extreme aural pressure, decide the client may be a little too work focussed, realise that I probably am too given I have just finished work at 9 pm... but then remember the 200 unread emails in my inbox and decide I can resolve that incongruency later (in a quieter space), become sure that there are only two possibilities — there are no security staff or they are deaf — while my colleague frantically tries to call someone who knows what to do, conclude after three calls that no - one does, and then finally someone finally does and... it stops.