Word: aimless
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...eyed corpses hurtle toward the screen. A mangy dog sups at a coyote carcass. A deadly boomerang shears off fingertips, creases a man's skull. That's entertainment? As a series of isolated incidents, no; our nerve endings have long since been numbed by the movies' aimless carnage. But as garishly precise daubs in George Miller's apocalyptic fresco, they add up to exhilarating entertainment-and a textbook for sophisticated, popular moviemaking...
...third character does not believe in anything. He has lost his belief in fairness through his aimless passage through life. Roger Gould's Skinner has the acquired cynicism of a man fighting an up-hill battle. Gould captures the role perfectly, embodying the character with a disarming insolence. His comic timing is marvelous...
...aimless dialogue does in Wanda June. Some lines are crisp--like when Ryan tells us that "educating a beautiful woman is like pouring honey into a fine Swiss watch. Everything stops. "We laugh nervously as we wonder where the plot is taking us--and we discover the answer is nowhere. The world around Harold Ryan deteriorates as his wife, son, and friends leave him and he is left weaponless without his mind for his final battle with suitor Woodly. We watch Ryan struggle to salvage his own faith in himself. But, like Ryan, at the play...
John Dineen wandered Hemenway's wooden-floored corridor, shuffling aimless circles between lingering spectators, parents and once-annually squash groupies. Charlie Duffy, one of three seniors on the team, left the building to sit in the cold outside the door and talk of anything but squash with a non-squash friend. On the top echelon of Hemenway's ziggurst grandstands Jim Lubowitz simply sat, head bowed to the floor, hands on his face trying to wipe out the match's final result...
...political order; John Paul in his papal robes of immaculate white; Sadat, the erect warrior, in a field marshal's gold-braided blue uniform. All the victims were over 60; each was attacked by a man in his 20s. Raised in suburban ease, Hinckley had just drifted away, aimless and alone, gorging on fast food in rented rooms and fantasizing a love affair with a teenage movie star. It was to command this dream girl's attention that he shot the President. Awaiting trial early this year, at which his lawyers will plead insanity, Hinckley, alone...