At the Prado, Mr. Struth also put up a photograph of himself (you see only his arm and shoulder, in a blue jacket, blurred) looking at a Dürer self-portrait in Munich, which, perfectly focused, stares back at us.
Then the screen twitched again, and She's All That roared back into the room from the silence, while Jeremy, now wide awake and fully focused, stared at the action as if waiting for somebody to break character and maybe explain to the camera what everybody'd just seen.
What's more, the dialogue is sanded and sharpened to an epigrammatic elegance, and the actors' stiffly pointed diction and sharply focussed stares are matched by the carefully calibrated settings and costumes, the very styling of the characters (the swoop of Woodcock's hair, the tightness of Cyril's coiffure).
A warm-up, my feet rested against the wall as I centered my stare and focused on a four-count exhalation.
Hagerup whispered something in Gibbons's ear, but he stared down, focused, and sent one last kick into the practice net.
He glances from BigBeard to FootSoldier and then focusses his unrelenting stare on TruthTeller.
He looks as focused as ever, the malevolent stare, but there is a calm about him, a sense of having seen it all before; this is not just a factor of age, it comes from a belief that this is no longer just a sport; he is running for absolution.
And yet, Mr. Riner's intense and silent stares convey a focused will.
They do: a mouth pursed into a seductive moue suddenly folds into a lopsided slash; eyes focused in concentrated, audience-captivating stares slide perilously sideways.
