Word: drunkenness
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Kevin Reilly and John Harnes are also impressive in their roles as James Daley, the principal who is old and tired far beyond his years, and his alcoholic brother Tom. Harnes mercifully avoids stereotypical drunken mannerisms in his characterization, subtly evoking an image of failure as he hides behind the bottle. Unlike the others, Tom Daley has fallen past mediocrity into outright failure--he alone harbors no illusions of glory in either the past or present. Cynically resigned to his failure, Tom suggests that only by injuring the star of the opposing team did their school win the championship...
...appearance has changed, his music is still pretty much what he's been doing all these years. It still has that earthy, drunken, rambunctious quality, that good-natured humor and fun-loving exuberance and that same rough, sunburned voice. He may not hop freight trains anymore--maybe he never did--but he probably still gets an urge now and then to go runnin' naked through that hill country rain...
...human body is one of comedy's supple tools. In agility, it releases tonic exuberance. As an object of humiliation through banana-peel pratfalls or pies in the face, it evokes instant delight. Even distortions or grotesqueries of the body-obesity, dwarfishness, eccentric gaits, tics, stutters, deafness and drunken staggers-have all been known to provoke a startling comic catharsis in playgoers...
...drunken critic friend rails against hard-working Australians who will accept any old pay and have reduced him to writing for the Radio Times. A young woman (Jacqueline Pearce) with a manuscript in tow strips to the waist, brazenly daring Simon to ravish and, of course, publish her. Finally, his parched-for-love wife announces that she is pregnant, possibly by a man whom Simon despises. The subtlest alteration in Michael Gambon's marvelously controlled performance suggests that Parsifal will never sound the same again. No moat of detachment can guard the vulnerable castle of the heart...
...buddy of mine. Can I get you a beer?" They smell of stale beer and cigarette smoke, with maybe a tinge of reefer wafting up from a distant corner, and there's always puke on the floor, it seems. And out in every parking lot is a half-crazed drunken fool loading a pistol in a half-paid-for pick-up truck...