Word: cheerlessness
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...Jones as Serjeant Musgrave holds back, refuses to show the fury in the words he speaks. Musgrave is no apologist, he is as cheerless and pinched a revolutionary as ever you will find at a Progressive Labor meeting. When Jones rages about the stage in the third act, rifle butt and bayonet swinging in murderous passion, the play suddenly has a purpose and a center...
Fearsome Roar. It has been many long and cheerless months since jazz buffs last heard a performer as fresh and as talented as Handy. He arrives at a time when jazz's discontented Young Turks have disdainfully turned away from their audiences and gone off to explore the way-out, or, as more often happens, the way-in of their own psyches. At 33, Handy is the most reassuring evidence yet that a middle ground persists between more or less conventional modern jazz and the avantgarde...
...laboratory work was added to the curriculum; examinations were toughened; appointments to the Faculty emphasized academic experience; and students were selected on the basis of their preparation. The climax of Eliot's efforts came in 1906 with the School's move to its present location in six imposing (but cheerless) buildings off Long-wood Avenue near the Fenway. The citation that went with Eliot's honorary M.D. of 1909 read, "You found the Medical School brick and left it marble...
...almost as pessimistic on paper as he is on film (Winter Light, The Silence). Bedridden for four months with a bronchial infection, Bergman issued a statement accepting The Netherlands' Erasmus Award ($13,800) for his contributions to the arts. It was less a statement than a cheerless obituary on the arts. "Religion and art are kept alive for sentimental reasons," brooded the Lutheran pastor's son; and the modern artistic movement "seems to me like a snake's skin full of ants. The snake is long since dead, eaten, deprived of his poison, but the skin...
Diary of a Chambermaid. Newly arrived from Paris to work in a stolid provincial home, the vixenish maid (Jeanne Moreau) quietly appraises her surroundings. Her employers inhabit a cheerless chateau stuffed with ferns, overprotected objets d'art, and family skeletons. She duly notes that the place is full of opportunities for a clever girl. "Do you mind if I touch your calf?" asks the master, feeling amorous. But Madame is watchful, so the maid bestows her favors instead on Madame's father, a haughty old fetishist who asks only that she hike up her skirts and model...