Not exact matches
Conversely, I know a lot
of people who brag about how they're heretics, in a «I'm a
loner, Dottie, a rebel»
sort of way.
While the casting
of Crispin Glover as a disassociated
loner who discovers he has the power to talk to rats is
sort of inspired, «X Files» expat writer Glen Morgan's Willard suffers (and yes, I feel silly for saying this) from a lack
of character development, a forced psychoanalytic structure, and a
sort of inbred Comic Book Guy fondness for self - reference (i.e., the majority
of the bit characters have animal names — a
sort of thing used best in Landis's An American Werewolf in London and Dante's The Howling: Mrs. Leach, Mr. Garter, Janice Mantis, George Boxer, and so on) that grates.
Naked is the definitive
loner narrative, which consists in large part
of the frustrated idealist Mancunian, Johnny (David Thewlis), roaming the streets
of London, partaking in a
sort of modern Odyssey along the way.
He has lovingly created all
sorts of teen archetypes: geeky anarchists (usually played by Anthony Michael Hall), adorable princesses (Molly Ringwald's specialty), even Angst - ridden
loners (Judd Nelson in «The Breakfast Club»).
Taking place at Barden University — populated by perfectly coifed students who apparently never study — the movie's about Beca (Anna Kendrick), a cute
sort -
of loner and would - be music producer who finds a home with The Bellas and with what one character scornfully refers to as «organized nerd singing.»
He was a
loner, a creep, an army veteran who got kicks out
of terrifying local teenagers on his speedboat - just the
sort of shady character to commit a random and heinous crime.
There is a
sort of recklessness that being a
loner allows me.