Word: sullenness
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Meanwhile, the revolutionary fervor that existed in Eastern Europe after World War II has long since evaporated; it has been replaced by cynicism, opportunism and a sullen resentment of authority. With the possible exception of Rumania, other Warsaw Pact nations would be likely to assist the Soviets in an invasion of Poland. But the last illusions of East bloc cohesion would surely be shattered if the Poles fought back. In that case, says British Kremlinologist Edward Crankshaw, "the bogus fabric of the Warsaw Pact would be in tatters. The U.S.S.R. would be left a moral leper with a ruined...
Cabbies and barbers have long been assailed for marathon talking, but it is unjust that they so often wind up at the top of the list of nuisances. Indeed, cabbies are often mute and sullen, and ever since barbers became stylists they have felt sufficiently superior to clients that their urge to talk has diminished...
...three men in Tracy's life fail to establish bold personality profiles. As Kittredge, Council provides more sullen bark than bite, Converse's Dexter Haven is more earnest than insouciant, and Herrmann must have studied Stewart at least as carefully as he did the script...
Then there are all those heads-idealized, of course. They still might evoke the original. Yet one is sullen, one effeminate. One makes him out to be a thug, another a dope. In one the chin is feeble. In another the eyes are dazed. The best of the lot is the one from Pella, his birthplace and the center of his father's kingdom. It is based loosely on the 4th century portraits by Lysippos, Alexander's chosen artist. In that head at least are both the athlete and the thinker, the head atilt with speculation...
This is, potentially, hot stuff. But Depardieu and Huppert, who at least on paper would seem to make a pretty erotic combination, refuse to strike sparks. Depardieu has played this part before, and now looks to have played it out. Huppert, with the freckled, enigmatic face of a sullen schoolgirl, is a tabula rosé on which other directors have written personality. But Pialat is too reticent to give her dramatic motivation, and Huppert is too self-enclosed to convey the orgasmic release that would give her character, and the film, a little life. Alas, Loulou is a corpse...