Word: gazing
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...difference between then and now is that moviemakers used to rely on other media--novels and plays--for most of their stories. These days, when few novels or plays are filmed, Hollywood must gaze into its past, big screen and small. Or raid the vaults of some other national cinema. Currently it's Japan's, with Shall We Dance, The Ring, The Grudge and this summer's Jennifer Connelly deep-creepie, Dark Water...
...memorable images. In the FSA, Mydans learned the moral dimension of photography. No eye cast upon the hardships of those years could afterward decline into a tool for pretty picturemaking. A natural storyteller, he also learned with the FSA to look for his story in faces, in the unsettled gaze of transient cotton choppers and the cocksure grins of oilfield roustabouts...
...burgeoning membership. The conclave had been organized in a rush by club founder and grand poobah Jim Powers, and publicized on our website by Jim Shea. Powers had been contacted, in the aftermath of the glorious occasion, by the Boston brass to see if the BLOHARDS would like to gaze upon, and pose with, the championship trophy. This dazzling hardware was to begin its triumphal procession in Providence on Thursday, and needed to be back in Foxboro to be trotted out at the Pats game by Curt Schilling and Johnny Damon on Sunday night, but Dr. Charles Steinberg...
...things say "forget I'm here" quite so eloquently as the pose of the shy--the averted gaze, the hunched shoulders, the body pivoted away from the crowd. Shyness is a state that can be painful to watch, worse to experience and, in survival terms at least, awfully hard to explain. In a species as hungry for social interaction as ours, a trait that causes some individuals to shrink from the group ought to have been snuffed out pretty early on. Yet shyness is commonplace. "I think of shyness as one end of the normal range of human temperament," says...
This is when we all must evaluate why we go to the movies. And I don’t mean that in the theoretical sense—as in “why am I grafting myself onto the gaze of the male protagonist, thus feeling the power of his phallic signification?”—but rather in the day-to-day philosophical sense. Why are we still going? Most movies suck, and aren’t worth an inkling of your time, but somehow you’ll still probably see The Ring...