Sentences with phrase «deadpan manner»

Now 81, Felsen is casual and compact, with a direct, deadpan manner — not the sort of dealer perennially in «sell» mode.

He offers a few pieces treated in so spare and deadpan a manner as to make us wonder whether he picked them off the studio floor.

Told in the same cool, deadpan manner of Lanthimos» previous films, The Lobster is a droll, bizarre fable that demands to be taken seriously.

Asked for confirmation of this description, Assemblyman Richard Gottfried, who vouched for Silver this week until the bitter end, said, «I really don't remember any particular remarks, but with his grumbly voice and deadpan manner, he was always the funniest person on the program.»

Observing the impromptu scene gathering around the Kentucky coach, New Orleans coach Alvin Gentry asked Cal in his deadpan manner if he could get him a chair.

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The standout scene of the brothers» semi-affectionate riff on 1950s Hollywood throws the brunt of their combined talent for writing and deadpan timing into a two - man vaudeville routine of words and manners, in which a sophisticated director (Ralph Fiennes) and a bumpkin - ish actor (Alden Ehrenreich) struggle to get through a single line of dialogue: «Would that it were so simple.»

Indeed, it's difficult to get worked up when the characters themselves show little emotion and deliver their lines in a strikingly deadpan, monotone manner, even when confronted with inappropriate sexual moments that Lanthimos seems to include just to make his audience uncomfortable.

Vaughn's relentless deadpan delivery meshes well with Wilson's easygoing manner, and the two have great chemistry on screen.

As in «Barton Fink» or «Fargo», the Coens prove that properly innovative artistry and engrossing entertainment can co-exist to utterly compelling effect.Notwithstanding much marvellous deadpan humour, this is one of their darkest efforts: Chigurh, especially, is a nightmarish creation, polite manners and pageboy bob perversely accentuating the volatility in his strangely logical head.

Whereas a current exhibition such as State of Play at London's Serpentine Gallery is so understated in its playfulness, so deadpan in manner as to be an unrewarding disappointment (apart from some great gags by David Shrigley), New Blood is crammed to the point of incoherence.