Word: pitilessness
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...considers these revelations and is understanding. He tells his friend François, who is forgiving too. "No one," François explains, "is guilty of what happens in a nightmare." After all this, Charles can turn only to the police. It would not be fair to the pitiless symmetry Chabrol has established to reveal what happens after this point, but the film ends with a fine, fierce flourish...
Connors tops these tactics and skills with a pitiless competitive instinct. "Jimmy was taught to be a tiger on the court," says his tigress mother. "When he was young, if I had a shot I could hit down his throat, I did. And I'd say, 'See, Jimmy, even your mother will do that to you.' " Connors learned well. "No one's ever given me anything on the court," he says. "Maybe that's one reason I prefer singles. It's just me and you. When I win, I don't have to congratulate anyone. When I lose...
...ever a successful novel seemed to be its own happy ending, it was Frederick Exley's A Fan's Notes (1968). In a captivating blend of fiction and autobiography, with remarkable humor and pitiless self-scrutiny, Exley, a high school football player turned writer and pressagent, told how his youthful fantasies of athletic and literary glory ripened into alcoholism, two ruined marriages, three stints in state mental institutions. For winters on end, he remembered, all that kept him lurching from Sunday to Sunday was an obsession with pro football and the exploits of New York Giant Halfback Frank...
...squander was his life. The heir to a relentlessly middle-class colonial tradition, Orwell gained a scholarship to Eton, then made a false start as a policeman in Burma. Out of that five-year catastrophe came the embittered radical who could dissect his emotions and his country with pitiless surgery...
...short, thick-chested, cinnamon-gum-chomping cinematic subversive, dedicated to the perpetration of mindlessness over matter. His films are collages of chaos seemingly cut out by some giant pair of deranged scissors, pitiless assemblages of sight gags, smart cracks and terrible puns. A hard-riding posse of cowhands is held up by a single-file tollbooth in the middle of the Great Western Desert. A sweet, about-to-be-married young thing brushes her hair in the moonlight and bellows out The Battle Hymn of the Republic. Mel Brooks is not a subtle...