X is the point where lust and
jealousy intersect, but exactly why he acts as he does is inexplicable. Her
looks may have launched a fleet, her image sells that weird-bottle French
perfume, but beauty’s a pleasant extra when everyone regards how her envy
undoes everything. Truth is he’s the laziest man alive and unable to change his
ways. Animal magnetism and an Oscar under his belt sell magazines, but what if
he won’t do an honest day’s work? Pride? Next year’s public gorge on another
Ex. Reviews worry about mise-en-scène but everyone else thinks about how wrath
is X.
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