Word: scowled
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...waving flag of fury. These moments go beyond merely depicting an artist’s psychological turmoil, opting instead to situate the viewer directly within the artist’s sensory perceptions. Such moments are marred, however, by Goldberg’s unchanging facial expression: a swarthy, angry scowl of painful misunderstanding. Too often, he is perfectly content to let his eyebrows do the acting...
...than I’d’ve thought came jerks and pants from the white folks. Usually I’d feel them break after I’d passed, but a few times they’d bubble up in front of me: heads turning round to scowl and simmer. The rustling of these early birds soon joined up with the clamoring hiss behind us—a legion of cicadas, banging away on their timbals as they crept at our heels.It’s a good thing I was getting numb. Because the din finally...
...ones. "You have to remember that how you look and how commanding you appear is often more important than what you say," says McMahon. "And don't forget the cutaways. When your opponent is answering, you tend to think you're off camera. But you're not. If you scowl or shake your head, viewers are going to see it." And bad body language can turn any debate performance - hot or cold - into...
...Niro has weathered pretty well. In a bed scene with Gugino, his skin still clings tautly to his body. The scowl that was the actor's early trademark has settled into a thin lip-line of resignation; no catastrophe laid on Turk can surprise or disappoint him. Maybe De Niro has kept his physical instrument in shape all these years by husbanding his gestures. But Pacino has been a perpetual motion machine. In this movie he still is: dancing like a boxer, chewing gum, his feet banging out a nervous paradiddle. Eventually, gravity takes its revenge. In remorseless closeup...
Ralph Fiennes, head nearly shaved, thin frame draped in mud-brown haberdashery, stands in an implied graveyard and works his mouth into a sour scowl as he says he doesn't mind the smell of corpses. "A trifle on the sweet side perhaps, a trifle heady, but how infinitely preferable to what the living emit, their feet, teeth, armpits, arses, sticky foreskins and frustrated ovules." Fiennes enumerates these body parts with slow precision, and in a tone of crescendoing disgust. It might be a litany of curses, a bill of criminal charges brought against a species about to be condemned...