Word: angstful
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...This may in part because it was Michael Cunningham, author of the book The Hours, another stupefying exercise in unspoken angst, who was hired to punch up the script Susan Minot was trying to make out of her novel. They share screenplay credit for Evening, but even in the press kit you can sense her loathing for his work. He's sort of Henry James without the cojones and definitely the most constipated sensibility the literary community has lately been in awe of. But I suspect that the director, Lajos Koltai, a Hungarian, has even more to do with...
...year of the reckoning—when voters will answer the question that makes politicos clutch their palm cards in angst...
...closer to Cheech and/or Chong with a bar mitzvah. He hasn't the Woody whine and inferiority complex. Like the Martin stage persona, the characters these guys play don't have self-esteem problems; indeed, that is their problem. The only star who simmers with comic angst is Stiller. He's the put-upon loser, a jocular Job, in films like There's Something About Mary and Night at the Museum, when he's not taking roles as the pompous, uptight bad guy (in, say, Dodgeball) or the preening oaf, as in the well-nigh-immortal Zoolander. The moneymen love...
After I left Harvard in the 1980s, I did not “stay in touch.” While I truly enjoyed and appreciated my undergraduate years at Harvard, two additional years of eating in the Freshman Union and vicariously experiencing freshman angst as a Proctor in Wigglesworth kept me from ever romanticizing or becoming nostalgic for my own undergraduate days. I don’t know if it was swabbing stairwells on Sunday mornings, or chasing squirrels that tumbled down Wigg B’s chimney with a broom, or locating freshmen who had decamped to follow...
...their characters; Nevins, who's not an actor, doesn't have that skill, for all his photogenicity. The second difference is that those films weave a romantic spell about their dreamy characters, one that puts the audience in the mood for love. Your Alex is just a mopey, angst-ridden kid, cocooned in the misery of the immature, connecting with no one. Granted, he has plenty to fret about, since he could soon be up on a murder charge. Your aesthetic idolatry of Nevins' beauty derailed, may I say, your ability to tell a story - which is pretty slim...