Word: soule
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...Americans, the moment was powerfully emblematic. Why were they cheering? What were they cheering? When television news played scenes of the torch's progress across the landscape, something in the soul of the audience cheered as well. A kind of emotional reflex. Something both sentimental and profound welled up. What did people see in the scene...
Many in the West, especially among the intellectual elites, had begun to absorb a deep conviction, laminated in the soul, that the problems of the world were intractable, that the future lying ahead was an ever darkening road. Worldwide famines and dire overpopulation loomed, people murdering for bowls of rice. Global pollution. The death of the rivers and oceans. The earth itself became the raft of the Medusa...
Some priests have flocks; Father Tim Farley (Jack Lemmon) has fans. The 5:20 Mass is S.R.O. for this Johnny Carson in alb and chasuble, who keeps the customers satisfied with ingratiating patter-dinner and a show for the price of your soul. Off-pulpit, Father Farley is a bit of a sacramental wino but still relentlessly endearing, dodging attacks and responsibilities with an easy quip. Somewhere beneath the show-biz charm, though, compassion pulses. When an angry young seminarian (Zeljko Ivanek) antagonizes his rector (Charles Burning), Father Farley resolves to detoxify the lad's ardor, teach...
...direction is unforced but never lackadaisical. The movie is rich in the eccentrically comic details of club life. It is good to see Dillon's quiet manner as a sign of intelligence, not sullenness, and Crenna and Elizondo are both superb as the grownups competing for his soul...
...editors of The Yale Edition of the Complete Works of St. Thomas More and now an English professor at Harvard. It is Marius' persuasive thesis that, far from being the serene humanist made popular by Robert Bolt in his play A Man for All Seasons, More was a soul tormented by the little death knells of ticktocking time, and haunted even more by the silences of eternity...