Word: self-doubt
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LUTHER. Albert Finney's Luther is a fiercely burning torch-dampened by tormenting disagreement with his church, threatened by the double dangers of self-doubt and physical pain, but shedding the guiding light of the Reformation...
Tortured by self-doubt and the derision of the public press, Pollock gave up the brush for the bottle. His forays from his remote Long Island studio into New York frequently ended in barroom squabbles at the abstract expressionists' hangout, the old Cedar Bar. Painter Barnett Newman tried to keep him out of it. "The.y're laying for you," warned Newman. "You go in there a hero, and you come out a bum." One of Pollock's last major works was 1955's Search, an encyclopedia of his artistry in joyous Christmas colors. Its true thrill...
...Cyrenne is a perkily perfect farceuse, a bedroom imp continually assuming antic positions with dry-witted composure. Edward Woodward's Percy is a plebeian prince of pathos. Under his toothbrush mustache lurks a toothy nervous tic of a grin with which he commits endless facial suicides of self-doubt. He is as simple as the wooden rattle (a soccer-game noisemaker) that he carries in his hand. A mere kiss from Cyrenne makes him act like a porpoise with convulsions...
...comparison was something of a mouse: his coloring was drab, and he stood scarcely 5 ft. 5 in.-a full head shorter than O'Toole.) In his performance, O'Toole catches the noble seriousness of Lawrence and his cheap theatricality, his godlike arrogance and his gibbering self-doubt; his headlong courage, girlish psychasthenia, Celtic wit, humorless egotism, compulsive chastity, sensuous pleasure in pain. But there is something he does not catch, and that something is an answer to the fundamental enigma of Lawrence, a clue to the essential nature of the beast, a glimpse of the secret spring...
...course, precisely that. His dissembling is always taken seriously by everyone else, because Richard is a great actor as well as a polished Machiavell. But one should remember that, except when self-doubt begins to gnaw at his innards towards the end of the final act, nothing he says (as contrasted with what the others say) is ever meant to be taken seriously by a reader, or by an audience...