Word: blurredly
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...important connections between events blur in the production's tedium; the vital subplots crumble into meaninglessness. The only spontaneity occurs when three-year-old Tyler Vogt, as one of Nora's sons, toddles onstage and glares at the audience. He's just as confused as the rest of the cast, but he doesn't try to hide it. Whatever the faults of Kean and company, their determination is clear, their failure noble...
...women (Suzanne Vine and Ilana Hardesty) knitting the scenes together: the gushing, pouting hot-pink bobby-soxer (Alexandra Loeb); the broad Mid-western accents of a farmer (Paul Breenhalgh); the fire-and-brimstone preacher and judge (both by Paul Erickson). There are so many roles that the caricatures all blur together, making the audience work to unsort the characters and their relationships...
...band leads the way up the road toward the cemetery, then separates from the casket. At first it retraces its route by drumbeat alone. Then the trumpet screams forth, the drummers swing out, belted choruses of The Second Line assail the sky. The crowd, most of it, becomes a blur of fidgeting feet, twisting torsos, bobbing heads. A corpulent man in an orange shirt spins and dips. An elderly woman executes a scampering step with the help of her cane. An open-shirted youth leaps to the hood of a car and, after a flurry of steps, floats down...
...even as the statistics and footage of war receded in a blur of swoosh stripes, words began to sprout. A poem, a play, a novel, a memoir might recall what most citizens wished to forget. Some could not. Viet Nam veterans grew older, had children and, as if by some compulsion to pass on their stories, began to talk. In the spring of 1981 the "livingroom war" shows signs of becoming the tape-recorder...
...Tuesday all the hours were beginning to blur together. Heather was trying to revise her second chapter and type the third into the computer at the same time, but she seemed to be running on a treadmill. Her thesis adviser stopped by several times to wish her luck and check her final versions, and the look on his face appeared more and more dubious. After dinner that night, she wandered into UHS on impulse and had her blood pressure taken. It was up 20 points. A nurse told her to go to bed. She didn't. It was the fifth...