Word: browed
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Redeemed of Sin. Unkinged, Richard is most kingly. The fire of majesty flashes from Chamberlain's brow as he rebukes the usurping Bolingbroke: "The breath of worldly men cannot depose The deputy elected by the Lord." In his final scene, as piteously alone as he was once in clamorous pomp attended, bereft of crown and wife, Richard seems a saint redeemed...
...windows before him. He stretches, his tall, slim body, stretching in the warmth like a lithe, tense cat. His beard is cropped close, ash-blond, almost grey in the translucent light, and blends, quite unostentatiously, with his shaggily trimmed hair. His eyebrows-enormous tensile spans that arch across his brow-seem to be all that is holding him together, so much so that you forget for the moment that Sutherland struck it big playing M* A* S* H's supercool, supercalm surgeon. Hawkeye, and remember instead Sutherland as Joanna's dying English aristocrat...
...king of the National League at the time, let 22 go by. Exhausted, Plimpton heard an imaginary voice in his inner ear, speaking, for some unknown reason, in a semiliterate Southern accent totally alien to his own exalted New England speech. "My hand drifted up and touched my brow, finding it was as wet and cold as the belly of a trout," he wrote in Out of My League. "It was a disclosure which sent the voice spinning off in a cracker-Cassandra's wail of doom. 'Mah God!' it cried out, 'y'all gonna...
...girl, getting busted, a "rumble in the alley," and concludes, "Save your neck or save your brother/Looks like its one or the other." Stage Fright, the title song, is a scary story about a poor "ploughboy" who becomes a musician and nightly relives the waking nightmare of performance, his brow sweating and mouth dry while the audience cries out. "Please don't make him stop . . . Let him start all over again...
...Curran is the ultimate hardhat: outraged, terrified, violent and more than a little envious, lashing out blindly at threatening forces that he only dimly comprehends. His furrowed brow puckers when he hears his son has bought a motorcycle; his jowls tremble with rage when his wife breaks the news that a "colored" family has moved into his lily-white Queens neighborhood. His basement is formidably stocked with World War II weaponry. His hatred is so raw, his ideas so primitive and naive, that he often radiates a genuinely amusing innocence. For all its funny moments, however, Joe is anything...