Word: lusting
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...nostalgic no more. The old form is alive--with a nice femme kick--in British writer-director John McKay's Crush. The film bubbles with acid wit, in the tradition of Billy Wilder and Preston Sturges, while simmering with the ache of lust pursued and love lost. Pleasanter still, it provides a career-defining role for its all-American star, Andie MacDowell, who's been nibbling at the edges of moviegoers' attention for 20 years and now gets to stand center screen, tall and gorgeous. Combined with her stalwart turn in Elie Chouraqui's Harrison's Flowers, as a journalist...
...lends his gifts is The Sweet Smell of Success, a musical adapted from the cult favorite film of the same title. Its protagonist, Sidney Falco (assayed by Tony Curtis on film and the up-and-coming Brian D’arcy James onstage) is a youngster consumed with a lust for power. Much like Leo Bloom in The Producers, he wants everything he’s ever seen in the movies. His key to the bright lights is the most powerful gossip columnist in the country, a vicious, preening Walter Winchel-like monster named J.J. Hunsecker (Richard Lancaster on film...
...probably eight years into my priesthood when I had my first abusive contact with a child. Physical touch was often all that I needed or wanted. Just closeness. My arm around him. But the sexual need--or lust, I'm not sure how to explain it--would just kick in, and I would find myself touching and fondling genitals. The boys were junior high age, basically. Their ages were 11 or 12, for the most part, maybe 13. But any kid who showed affection or showed that he liked me was probably vulnerable. And, of course, that happens very naturally...
FROM INTIMACY TO LUST...
...reaching out for affection, for intimacy, reaching out to belong, to have somebody who would be my friend, in the sense of what I didn't have. I was their age, on one level. The physical contact, the touch, was not in the strictest sense sexual. But the lust would take over at a certain point. I didn't see the casual physical contact as wrong. But when I would go to the genital contact, I had no doubt about that being wrong. I didn't think of it as harmful, really, but I knew it was morally wrong...