But he keeps at it long enough that the last blip of the theme — after seven full bars of nothing — becomes a wink of sublime silliness.
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If Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt keeps at it, clinging on for dear life, it will join the pile of shows everyone says they stopped watching after season x.
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But Toni keeps at it, awkwardly miming the moves of the older girls while studying their rites, as when she observes two beauties primping before a mirror.
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Well, and that's the criticism, right, is if he keeps at it in this way he's basically delegitimizing or continues to try to delegitimize real news services. Right.
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The former Dannity Kane artist's futuristic R&B solo career keeps at it with this album, a followup to her May EP. Sample "Renegades" and "Vines" for the true feel.
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In his best showings, Krylov gets to kicking the legs and body early, and keeps at it until the opponent's guard sags long enough for one of his constant attempts to land a high kick pays off.
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Her art can be found in the collections of the Met, MoMA, the Whitney and more than two dozen other major museums (though too rarely displayed); her students, including Ellen Altfest and Njideka Akunyili Crosby, have risen to prominence (though their teacher's influence is subtle); and she just keeps at it.
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Every time that Jeff tries to walk on his new prosthetic legs again, Green shoots it in a distancing wide shot, as if to underline how this process is all clinical, just a series of physical processes that he can figure out how to chain together if he keeps at it long enough.
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Initially, Michael only types gibberish, but Terry keeps at it, and a breakthrough finally occurs when Karen comes for a visit and, in an emotional moment, he types a greeting of "MOM HI" to her, finally breaking his long silence. Karen then asks Michael if he knows how much she loves him, to which he types "YES", and then he reveals something she had never known when he types "DAD GONE. I BRAK CAR. MY FALT".
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Cassandra, an expatriate American book translator (Judy Davis) living in Barcelona, Catalonia, Spain, who is hired by a mysterious woman, Frankie (Marcia Gay Harden), to locate her missing husband so he can sign some important papers. Nothing Frankie says is true: the husband turns out to be a woman, the issue isn't legal papers but a child's custody, and even Frankie's most obvious identity, in red cape and red pumps, is a false front. But Cassandra keeps at it, at first to earn her promised fee, and then to help Frankie, then Frankie's ex, then the child. Along the way, this solitary and somewhat disconnected and bewildered writer frees herself to finish a novel and re-establish a broken relationship with her own past.
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