Word: wastrel
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...shorter span and had more fun too. There is no question that Polanski's images-with Brittany doubling for "Wessex"-are frequently striking. He does less well by Tess, the poor doomed girl who, forced to rise above her station by family ambition, is ruined by a rascally wastrel and then misunderstood by the prig to whom she gives her heart. Everyone the director sets to moving through Wessex clumps along very slowly, weighed down by the invisible chains of Hardy's famous Fate. His leading lady, Nastassia Kinski, a truly beautiful young woman (see last year...
...life. His best film, The Mouth Agape (1974), traced a woman's slow, painful death and its effect on her husband and her son. The film was slow and painful, and almost heroic in its unflinching compassion. Now, in Loulou, Pialat tells the story of an arrogant wastrel (Gerard Depardieu) and his sexual hold on a middle-class woman (Isabelle Huppert). She rejects the wimpy masochism of her petulant lover for the violent energies of the world's greatest stud. Last Tango, Take...
...falls into the obvious danger of mawkishness. She lavishes devotion on her brother's children and her sister-in-law's brother too ostentatiously. And, like Evans, Sewall does not move like a middle-aged woman. Her counterpart is much better. Genuinely funny as the incorrigible uncle, the drunken wastrel, one wishes Jonathan David Lemkin appeared more often...
...Fleet Street," won't allow the docks at Portsmouth to be expanded, the publication complains. Instead, it insists on a pleasure boat marina, with all the attendant "pleasures of Sodom and Gomorrah keeping the local inhabitants employed as low-paid dishwashers, croupiers, shills and errand boys for the wastrel "industries' of Babylon...
Kean was the first superstar, an Olivier onstage and an Errol Flynn off, a rake, a wastrel and yet an actor, as Critic William Hazlitt said, who had "a gleam of genius." If he were at the end of his career today, he would be writing his memoirs in Malibu and growing rich off Polaroid commercials. In Sartre's play, however, he is dodging creditors, juggling mistresses and in his spare moments asking himself that old existential question: Who am I? Sartre's answer, given with stylish wit, is that Kean is like all of life...