Word: mads
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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...audience disliked me. The most common charge against me was desertion. Good bloggers kept blogging all day long, I was bluntly informed by people whose cryptic screen names didn?t reveal whether they were male or female, old or young, from America or Jupiter. The faceless humanoids were also mad at me for using the meaningless phrase ?I could care less? when I should have written ?I couldn?t care less.? Finally, there was the problem of my sentences. They were too long for a blog. My paragraphs, too. What?s more, the ideas they expressed were idiotic...
...Court 6 , I was just in time to watch Tobias Summerer implode in a winnable match against Ivan Ljubicic, the 18th seeds. Three reckless shots cost him the second set, while his lone fan tried to encourage him in German, although not too loudly. Ljubicic looked like he was mad at everyone; his serve was just vicious and its force drew occasional gasps from the crowd...
...French Resistance and a chum of Marlon Brando's. This is the kind of preposterous, over-laden detail that bends and almost cracks the novel at various points. Yet the plot somehow works. The ambassador falls for Boonyi, she betrays Shalimar, and the two elope to Delhi. Shalimar goes mad with jealousy, and vows to kill the two lovers. As he gets deranged, so does Kashmir...
...best historical epics are interior, burrowing into outsize personalities to reveal the madness that made them great, the greatness that made them mad. T.E. Lawrence, who helped the Arabs overthrow the Ottoman Empire only to see their dream betrayed by politicians in Europe, is a figure whose elusive charisma is perfectly captured in screenwriter Robert Bolt's epigrammatic dialogue, in Peter O'Toole's brilliantly bold portrayal and in Lean's images of a vast desert that one small Englishman filled with his idealism and ambition...
...casting her as Catherine in Proof instantly alters the vectors of David Auburn's Pulitzer prizewinning play. A young woman whose genius father went mad is suspected of inheriting not his gift but his curse. The actresses who played her on Broadway--Mary-Louise Parker, Jennifer Jason Leigh, Anne Heche--radiate an otherworldly, almost Martian eccentricity. The question with them was, How can you believe Catherine when she says she wrote a pioneering mathematical equation? With Paltrow the question is, How can you not? Her reading doesn't subvert the play's problem; it's just a more elegant...