Word: musing
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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Gordon (Richard E. Grant), a copywriter at a London ad agency in the '30s, thinks of himself as a poet. But no one else is buying. Obsessed with strictures of class (his is "lower upper middle"), he woos his muse while exasperating Rosemary (Helena Bonham Carter), the art director of his ads and the love of his miserable life. If this version of George Orwell's 1936 novel Keep the Aspidistra Flying is too sunny for its subject, it provides a field day for the lanky Grant. His Gordon is self-absorbed, fulminating--the angry young man 20 years before...
...constant agonizing over the power plant to observe "the sun balanced on the very spot where sea meets coast." The nuances of Hex's odd childhood, when pretentious Billie served him meals with "frozen foods accompanying the fine wines of Bordeaux," and when Hex wanted nothing more than to muse over "the math of [girls'] pulses," are immaculately rendered...
...when she wed one of her dreamiest subjects, Beatle Paul; after battling breast cancer; in Tucson, Ariz. Their enduring union was the rule-proving exception to short-lived celebrity marriages, with the devoted couple spending just one voluntary night apart in their 29 years together. Linda became Paul's muse (the lovely, long-haired lady of his post-Beatles love ballads) and his sometime singing partner in the soft-rock group Wings. Her passions ranged far beyond the musical: she continued to take pictures, and she became a tireless champion of animal rights as well as vegetarianism...
This smoky lounge provides an atmosphere reminiscent of an era long gone by. Savor your Macanudo in the upstairs parlor overlooking the rest of the shop. An apt place to muse over Hemingway and O'Neill, its hospitable environment also fosters study breaks for the chessmaster as well as cigar aficionado...
...Window Sill," we can catch a glimpse of yet another application of the noir label. Catwoman presents to the public, for the first time, her "Poem Noir" collection; it is her "darkest poetry ever! Enter at your own risk." In this verse which has "escaped the confines of [her] muse," we catch sullen moments such as the opening stanza of "Poem Noir I": "I'm in a bad mood/Fit to kill/One might say/Not that I would/Just don't give me a weapon." Perhaps not quite as arresting as Raymond Chandler, but at least killing things is a reasonably noir concept...