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The men fall thuddingly to the floor and then stand.

She plays it thuddingly straight, while her actors fly off in all directions.

It is another to simply vary the spelling of a name that will, when spoken, sound thuddingly familiar.

A hard and heavy dock-walloper's boot crashed thuddingly to a mark.

There was a thuddingly loud double knock at the hatchway.

And some, so thuddingly bad or inappropriate, deserved baser awards of lead.

But the performers play their parts thuddingly straight.

Forced out of their thuddingly conventional comfort zone, Oasis might come up with something amazing.

And so there's another ending, which is sudden and thuddingly contrived.

And Wallenberg's romantic interest in her seems thuddingly unbelievable.

Nothing livens up a thuddingly dull social gathering like a little faux violence.

Every once in a while when we take a break from the thuddingly unfunny slapstick stuff, there's a nice and genuine moment.

This play, unlike the Alfred Hitchcock movie from the same source, was thuddingly dull.

Some of these secrets are thuddingly banal.

The movement was thuddingly heavy, and at one point the curtain was lowered and raised again for no good - or bad - reason.

A lot of the new business, meant to illuminate the work's subtext, seems more thuddingly literal-minded than iconoclastic.

"Marlene," directed by Sean Mathias, is thuddingly true to this genre.

Hip has become rigidly, thuddingly square.

The essence of her looks is not really the pieces or the silhouettes she wears - it's that every look is utterly, thuddingly appropriate.

Just when you thought Sorkin couldn't pen a more thuddingly obvious line of dialogue or cringe-inducing female stereotype, he went and topped himself.

Likewise, this fantasia about falcons in every European city might have been thuddingly allegorical or irritatingly whimsical, and isn't.

The complicated responses his performance evokes lend the film a moral complexity that prevents the central equation from seeming thuddingly glib.

The act concludes with a thuddingly ill-written, ill-acted argument between the playwright and the actor that is stunning in its obviousness.

Pitchfork wrote that The Eraser is "strikingly beautiful and thuddingly boring in maddeningly equal measure."