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Both halves look a lot like documentaries, giving the action an uncomfortable rawness, even if this an acted piece of drama.
He's supposed to be in his prime, having ironed out the rawness in his game, allowing his natural talents to truly shine.
Hanging by a Thread,'' by the Taunton metal band Blood Line Theory, has a nice rawness to it, a whiskey edge that gives the song a Sunset Strip in the '90s sort of vibe.
I liked the rawness of the art and thought it captured an energy of the current and past street art movement.
Brentford manager Mark Warburton said: "Andre is raw, and sometimes that rawness creates randomness, you don't know what he is going to do.
For lunch 1 hall or appetizers rawness, meats, fish, salad dish .
It perhaps lacked the emotional rawness that runs through much of the piece.
Ranveer is seen carrying off the 'Ram-leela' look in "Gunday", while Arjun dons a scruffy look, to keep in line with the rawness of his character.
I think the edge-of-the-seat rawness of live stand-up is something I don''t crave anymore, I''ve kind of got that out of my system having done it with Walliams, and I did a one-man show in Edinburgh a few years back.
The imagery used helps the reader create richly detailed pictures of the landscape, the animals and the rawness of human nature.
THE Australian writer's hugely popular thriller, Scarecrow , pushed the fast- paced crime genre to an extreme: extreme of action, thrills and sheer emotional rawness.
You sang back to it in baby boy voices, gave yourself over to the promise that life is a making, that absolutes are the way to define the touch, your hand over his eyes when the spirit moved you, as you told him it was a dream, that it was special, a map to outside worlds, countries on the other side of the door, sleeping into the metamorphosis, a rude betrayal, he full of your rawness, of transmissions, long lines of generations recorded on dried bark somewhere in the beginning of time where you fell headfirst into some hast, a sadness, misguided fingers turning pages in prophecies.