Word: languidness
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...matter of the handkerchiefs. A society of pragmatists has decided that Kleenex is handier and more sanitary. The day when every gentleman carried two handkerchiefs is gone, as are most of the gentlemen. That seems to be the point. The old boys of the Eastern Establishment, waving in languid mockery at the foe, are also wigwagging a message to those of us plebes who are watching: "We still have our handkerchiefs and our standards, and don't doubt for a minute that we still have our power too." Handkerchief-waving is in the spirit of the Harvard cheer held...
...suntanned, nice to babies; and he has unflinching crystal blue eyes (would they lie to you?). And yet, the film bends over backward to seem fair to its swarm of social and personal ambiguities. The result is a well-meaning muddle that refuses to come alive. The pace is languid when it ought to fall into the march step of melodrama. Hanna K. does boast what may be a film first: an infant's circumcision, in closeup. It is not the only moment in the movie when the viewer is provoked to sit up and wince...
...magnificent relying frequently on silent movement and glances to display inner turmoil about their son and about their predicament with the strike. One particularly touching moment occurs as the two sit at the kitchen table, silently counting the red beans that will become their dinner. The movements of their languid hands, which grasp each other passionately, show more than pathetic words or violent actions...
...gang, win acceptance and then at last outgrow the group. The tale is not told with great dramatic intensity. Nor is it really as strange and shocking as Beresford seems to think it is. Indeed, to jaded American eyes these teen-agers are rather mild, old-fashioned and languid in manner. As a result, the film is something of a throwback, as if it might have been called Gidget Meets the Heck's Angels...
...view of a motley Mediterranean paradise: a macho greaser in shades, tight white pants and black silk shirt. The woman rises and sniffs the wind. This is Italy; an affair is in the air. This is also ballet: they dance. Passion and the poetry of movement mingle in the languid summer eve. But things are not quite what they seem...