Word: flashings
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...when she billed herself as "the divine Miss M" and began doing such an act at Manhattan's Continental Baths, a gaily liberated Turkish bath that imports outside entertainment on weekends. But since then, Midler has left the Continental Baths far behind, and her brand of "trash with flash," as she identifies it, has made her a rising pop star of national scope...
...opening moments of Memories are its finest. The credits flash over a kinetic, desperate dance sequence. The screen is crowded with faces; bodies whirl about to an African rhythm. There is, through all the noise and the music, the suggestion of a gunshot, and suddenly a lifeless body appears in the middle of the dance. The music gathers force, people crowd in, the corpse is lifted away, the dance goes on-and the image freezes on the anxious, frightened face of a black woman staring out into the audience. The scene has extraordinary energy, with its suggestions of abrupt...
Arbus's photographs are extremely horrifying and disturbing in their precise attention to detail and the use of strobe flash to delineate textures. Images of a drooling, grimacing baby singe themselves into your retina. A lady's face--swathed in layers of chiffon scarves, wrapped by a gauze turban and netted veil, huge drops of shiny pearls hanging from her ears, and a fluffy fur stole across her chest--peers out over a double chin somehow eerily disembodied...
Brandishing his weapon, he shoots his way out of a police trap. Then, playing the pimp, he steals a white convertible and circles the car on a golf course. The tail lights flash on the green, and Cliff's song "You can make it if you really want (but you must try)" blares accompaniment. With childlike delight, he pursues the boss of the ganga runners through the streets of Kingston, shooting at his heels...
Aunt Augusta crowds the apartment she and Wordsworth share with souvenirs of her continental high life, but they give it only a faded ratty elegance. Glass ornaments flash everywhere -- the powder jars and pin bowls, gold cherubs and a chandelier that looks like an upside-down wedding cake are cheap reminders of now hollow dreams. For at 70, she is unmarried, childless, and penniless, and the mauve colored gauze through which she views her world cannot protect her from...