Word: boredoms
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...blurring the distinction between adult and child. Suddenly we are oack in that interminable fifth grade history class, bothered by that hotshot who always knows the answers, scornful of the peabrain who thinks she knows the answer but then cannot get it out. The hands of the clock drag, boredom sets in. The dancers wriggle and twist, twirling their legs around their chairs in every possible expression of restlessness. The final deep sleep is roused only by a relentless, and all too familiar, bell...
...from a true religious fervor? Is the hell is James Dean doing in a seminary anyway? In one of the too-frequent moments of agonized soul-searching thirdly a spectator sport). Dolson reveals to Father Farley the real reason for his bizarre and desperate wish to become a priest: boredom and fatigue from too much debauchery, too soon. But are we really to believe that he would rather enter the priesthood as something of a medieval crusader than take a brief vacation, or just head off to a regular college? And who cares anyway...
Weinberger's briefing-book answers, often delivered word for word more than once in the same committee hearing, beneath eyes hooded in apparent boredom, have not worn well on Capitol Hill. "It's like there's a tape recorder in his head," complains a Republican Senator. "You hear the same thing again and again." A former employee thinks that may be the real Cap, describing Weinberger as "an automaton, a robot...
...owns a roadside bar and moves and thinks with a gorilla's heavy resolve. His wife is Abby (Frances McDormand), whose sexual desperation has drawn her into a liaison with Ray (John Getz), a bartender at Marty's place. They may not have much more in common than boredom, but it beats sleeping alone, or with Marty. The cuckold is aware of this, so he hires a mean, giggly detective (M. Emmet Walsh) to kill them. The detective has a better idea. He'll kill his client instead, pocket the ten grand and frame the intended victims as the murderers...
...horizon, which faded to a dull blue a moment later. In the office a boyish customs officer played rock music on his tape deck on a plastic table: "I've got you, baby./ You've got me." He did not mind the presence of a visitor. "Breaks the boredom," he said...