Word: bullingdons
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...Neal couldn't act his way out of a paper bag. Ollie Barrett lives. Marisa Berenson has four lines in the movie. No more need be said. The supporting actors are excellent, Leon Vitali stealing the show with a arch portrayal of O'Neal's step-son Lord Bullingdon, and Murray Melvin providing a pale and fading Reverend Runt...
...peerage, the social ostracism that Barry faces after an outburst of physical violence. Kubrick's elegant touch is not entirely lost, but it is squandered and irreversibly diluted. At last a strange plot line emerges. The Countess of Lyndon's son by her first husband, Bullingdon, conceives a hatred for his stepfather that is largely justified by Barry's behavior. Barry becomes the doting father of a spoiled brat, Bryan, who kills himself riding a horse. Bryan's death scene is the most treacliest tearjerker since Charles Dickens killed off Little Nell. As stonefaced Barry and the Countess...
...Stanley Kubrick's new film Barry Lyndon where I play Marisa Berenson's son, Lord Bullingdon. I was very upset when I saw my picture in TIME with Marisa with another boy's name there. I am so disappointed because it is such a beautiful picture...
...through the streets of Oxford town, late one night last week, loud-voiced roisterers lurched and reeled in gold-buttoned blue dinner jackets. It was the Bullingdon Club, in high fettle after an annual dinner, its first in a new hall on the outskirts of town. Before the members reached their beds they had run up a score of 500 broken windows (by hasty count of righteous newsgatherers). Oxford proctors frowned ominously, and went into conference...
Discriminating Oxonians were less vexed than bored by the outburst. Bullingdon, a drink-hearty organization composed mostly of sporting huntsmen, has a roster too exclusive to be amusing. Peers, even Edward of Wales, have matched their blood with its blue uniform. That the blooded Bullingdons, incapable in the past of anything more sprightly than throaty singing and waving neckless bottles, should have attempted a public spectacle with hockey sticks, copper kettles and chunks of coal, was inexcusably dull...