Word: righteous
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...says she shot Jackie on the porch after he "busted in the door." His body was found several yards from there, at the edge of a small garden. Though there was no question who killed Jackie, Kay was not actually indicted until two years later. "It looked like a righteous shoot," explains assistant prosecutor Riffe. "If her story had panned out, she wouldn't have been prosecuted." The Weekley family kept the investigation alive, however, and when authorities turned up inconsistencies in Kay's story, she was charged...
...Righteous people making miserable the lives they would save--that should be fun. But tyro auteur Alexander Payne cannot shape or propel his own good material. He lets things dawdle when briskness would be a boon, and defeats the gung-ho efforts of Dern and other worthy actors. Citizen Ruth means to evoke such '40s comedies as The Miracle of Morgan's Creek, but it is less Preston Sturges than depressed and turgid...
...time record for use of the word reckon. But as incarnated in writer-director Thornton's laconic bass voice and wonderfully shambling gait, Karl is a memorable, affecting creature--so gentle he daren't sleep on an offered bed for fear of spoiling the room's perfect primness, so righteous he will consider killing to protect his adoptive family. Sling Blade meanders when Karl isn't driving it, but for the first half-hour and the last, it has the long, clean lines of an American classic...
...within his own walls. And when those walls come crashing down after Gregers' intrusion, we see Hjalmer's lordly complacency degenerate into frazzled nerves and shrill paranoia, all deftly portrayed by LeBow. Gregers himself is another such object, on one level fit only for ridicule with his self-righteous obstinacy and his utter blindness to Hjalmer's failings. But again the alternative view from the first act of Gregers both upbraiding and cringing from his father reveals a man deeply resentful of his father's betrayal of his mother, and perhaps also of the force of simple virility that...
...after a while, it gets to us. Resting on our laurels, we accept our exalted status, scorning deadlines and B-pluses, confident that our superior talents will carry us wherever we want to go. You begin to feel the righteous indignation. What, do you mean I have to apply to get tens of thousands of dollars to study abroad? I'm the elite! I could try out for The Real World! I mean, I go to Harvard! Alas, it is not so. The war we all won four years ago is being fought again. Oh sure, the battles have different...