Mr. Foster's flesh was cold.
Like its hero's dream, Mr. Brickman's film is suspended between desire and anxiety, present pleasures and future promises, warm flesh and cold cash.
She talks eloquently of the strange mixture of warm flesh and cold muscles, and flatly of her own reaction: "It were all right".
There are times when "Gladiator" appears to be not so much photographed as cast in iron: gray-blue skies, flesh as cold and colorless as the armor that protects it, and hardened profiles that you could stamp on a coin.
Just the thought of being in the same room as them, of being present as they gazed at each other or even touched each other, made my flesh run cold.
In the late 19th century, warm flesh and cold meat each appear fairly rancid under the glare of the hot Australian sun, or at least when caught in the similarly pitiless gaze of these filmmakers.
Between her long neck and the plunging, heart-shaped neckline of her dress lie acres of flesh, as cold and pale as ice milk.
I had carried a dead body . . . a heap of cold flesh . . .
In "Thanda Gosht" ("Cold Flesh" or "Cold Meat"), a rioter recounts the story of how he abducted a "beautiful" woman only to discover later that she had been dead for sometime.
Delivering a saturated aesthetic that manages to transcend the film's tonal inertia and restricted budget, Mr. Parsons gives life to cold flesh and bleak dialogue.
