I don't know; maybe you're just catching me on a bad day and I'm feeling particularly grumpy, but I'm sure as hell sick of seeing an endless sea of
white faces staring back at me from my fantasy films.
Not exact matches
Robots took over the floor at the annual RoboBusiness conference in San Jose this week, including a small
white one that bobbed its head and flashed its eyes in multiple colors while a smiling woman
stared at its pale
face.
Behind her, Martel looks trapped in an oversized chair, sitting like a little boy,
staring into the floor, both feet turned on their sides
facing each other,
white socks peeking out beneath dark pants.
Every athlete is proud, but I looked at him and his
face was
white, his eyes were
staring straight ahead.
Florentine's style plays well with precise physical performers like Scott Adkins, Michael Jai
White, and Jean - Claude Van Damme; aside from a few nervous tics, Slater isn't much of a physical presence — he acts with his voice and
face, not with his body — and Portnoy, who spends a good chunk of movie
staring off blankly into space, doesn't exactly pick up the slack.
I remember watching my mother from the backseat as she
stared at the telephone poles flishing past us, the reflection of the
white highway line in the window strobing her haggard
face.
The notoriously fickle Jerry Seinfeld would never stay with any of his girlfriends for long, their transience was as predictable as the generic features on the
white, hopeful
face staring back at us from his pigment print.
Plus we had to struggle with our failing interactional abilities, which seemed to be waving gamely like those giant, willowy,
white - plastic columns at the used car lots, pumped up by air and wagging at customers — blathering social instincts not to
stare, not to stand by while someone is consumed with anxiety; instincts to smile or not to smile; all this quickly reaching a crux, our
faces distended by the wondrous strain.
i originally wanted to paint all of the cabinets
white, but since our dishwasher is black, i was nervous it'd become an awkward focal point as you walk into a
white kitchen with a large black dishwasher
staring you in the
face.