"Does being rich and famous change your genetic material?" she asks, and the question is one that Hollywood has put to every talented, smart, but unhandsome soul who has ever arrived at its gates.
The timbre remains, in Abrams's film, and there is sufficient natural oddity in Cumberbatch, with his stone-still posture and his polished, unhandsome features, to hint at an alien gene, but the movie simply gives him too little to bite on.
Douglas J. Feith, who is the UnderSecretary of Defense for Policy, lives in one of the better Maryland suburbs, on a street of large and unhandsome Colonial homes.
Look unhandsome and unheroic?
Today, still far from unhandsome, he's sitting in a SoHo bar recalling the early 1990s, when he was living the high life, working as a model in New York.
"I remember for a long time feeling totally charmless and unhandsome and I know there are so many others who still feel the same way.
Close to Chelsea Green is the Sutton Estate, a not unhandsome collection of 15 Edwardian red-brick blocks – originally 500 flats in all – now in urgent need of an upgrade.
Thick-bodied yet volatile, with a long nose, a long jaw squared at the base, and melancholy eyes, this unhandsome yet beautiful man tears up the screen as a ruffian and petty criminal, yet he has reflective and delicate moments that have made him appealing to such panjandrums of the Parisian avant-garde as Alain Resnais and Marguerite Duras (he also helped get their films financed).
With his cheeks flocked with old acne scars, the sebum gleam to his macrocephalic forehead, his long, exquisitely dented aquiline nose (his favorite feature), inexpiably seedy smile, and hair an untamable squall of dark curls, Bobby, at twenty-nine, resembled a not unhandsome but grotesquely ancient teen-ager, a physical template he happened to consider the Platonic ideal for a poet.
By Jeffrey Goldberg Douglas J. Feith, who is the UnderSecretary of Defense for Policy, lives in one of the better Maryland suburbs, on a street of large and unhandsome Colonial homes.
Ms. Layden, as the proverbial plain Jane, and Mr. Murray, as a flamboyantly unhandsome rogue (they look fine, but no movie-star faces here), are so suited to one another as both physical presences and actors that there is never any question they belong together.
