Word: mopey
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...something is being hidden. Temperamental behavior, intense anger and changes in eating and sleeping patterns may also be warning signals--but they are also part of the ordinary storms of adolescence, so it's wise not to overinterpret. Less ambiguous are sudden shifts in mood. "If a kid is mopey at 5 and much better at 5:30," says Hartstein, "you may want to know what happened in that half-hour." Parents should also keep an eye out for hidden stashes of blades or bandages...
...humor—and is utterly unwilling to try to improve his situation. For example, on their trip, Jack and Miles hang out with a waitress named Maya (Virginia Madsen) who’s smart and warm and gorgeous and…into Miles? The plain, bitter, mopey Miles? Give me a break. And how does Miles react to Maya’s interest in him? By feeling more sorry for himself, a characterization flub which might be funny in a Woody Allen movie, but Miles isn’t bitterly sarcastic enough for this to be humorous. Payne then...
...Reading Beijing Doll often makes you feel you're stuck on the phone with a mopey teenager who takes herself too seriously. The book is dense with melodramatic passages such as "I wanted to say that no one could plug the hole in my heart, that it was lost, that it was lonely." Chun's characters aspire to be individuals but can hardly be distinguished from one another, and the author offers scant insight into what drives them, other than their erratic mood swings...
...Valentine's Day 2004, Joel Barish (a wonderfully forlorn Jim Carrey) decides to skip work and--who knows why--take a train to Montauk on the frosty tip of Long Island. There he is accosted by free-spirited Clementine Kruczynski (Kate Winslet, ornery and seductive). She lures mopey Joel into an affair, which proves to have as many abrasive spots as soft ones. Truth to tell, they're a wildly ill-suited pair. But, hey, bitter with the sweet...
Cellar Door’s not-quite-emo won’t be a problem for everyone—Vanderslice is the kind of guy who makes every mopey English concentrator’s day by adapting Shelley for his lyrics, rediscovering British Romantics as proto-Obersts. But as perfectly-crafted as each individual song is, listening to the full album makes you want to remind Vanderslice not to forget to be cool, in that distant, disaffected sense of the word. Sometimes caring too much is a bad thing...