umbrous

umbrous

(ˈʌmbrəs)
adj
shady or shadowed
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Illegality is less clearly at issue, however, notwithstanding Trinket and Cricket's umbrous legal status.
They employed various diatonic scalar trajectories that functioned like spokes on the wheel of triadic tonality throughout many jazz stylings from bebop to dark ambient, spending a long time exploring the umbrous key of C minor in their final stretch.
Fioroni's silver period drawings (featured in the Center's main gallery) unfurl like a series of canvas treatises on the poignancies that attend our perpetual attempts to penetrate the umbrous realm of human fellowships--and the desolation that awaits every failure to do so.
Saturated with oil--once available at thirty-nine cents a bottle (as I recall) from the bins of the old Canal Street "close-our" stores situated along the southern rim of a pre-gentrified SoHo--and affixed to chipboard grounds by penny nails, these paper sheets finally dried, and, miraculously, did not metastasize, presenting us with exquisite, dappled stretches of what looks like carbon powder, sprinkled, as it were, over brown umbrous patches.
First feature by James Marquand (son of late helmer Richard) benefits from umbrous widescreen lensing, but its key character, a boxer turned-bouncer with emotional problems, is almost a supporting player in his own movie.
Once within, he would see his works hung on primrose-yellow wails, which suit his umbrous backgrounds, and lit by artfully directed spotlights fixed in the curved ceiling: an attic-studio more splendid than he had ever possessed.
Unlike the lensing of the Belle Epoque prelude--golds, reds, blacks, like Proust sprung to life--the colors for home life with the Herveys are cold and umbrous, closer to those for "Intimacy." Then, out of the shadows, appears Gabrielle herself, like a grieving widow, and explains her leaving was "a mistake." Jean, his pride partly restored, upbraids her for humiliating him, and generally treats her like an errant child, finishing with a condescending "I forgive you."
A shaggy-dog yarn with a loopy, offbeat flavor, Robert Schwentke's sophomore outing, "The Family Jewels," couldn't be more different from his umbrous serial-killer thriller "Tattoo." Despite its many qualities, the black comedy, about an ambitious young guy who first loses a testicle to cancer and then has a ball trying to steal it back from the hospital's path lab, looks a surer bet as a curio on the fest circuit than as a regular item in offshore hardtops.
Doyle's camerawork is sensational, surpassing even his flashiest work for Wong Kar-Wai, with one after another succulent composition--from the umbrous interiors of the King of Qin's palace to the burst-yellow desert-scapes (shot near Dunhuang) and shimmering lake-scape (in Jiuzhaigou).