formless

Sometimes, it’s easier just to keep anguish as a nameless, formless thing, as Victor does in the first half of the film’s tagline: “Something bad happened to Agnes.”

Like Anne, we try to grasp this nameless, formless feeling before it drifts away.

It’s like this formless, invisible gas that’s going to find you wherever you are, and so escaping it is pretty futile.

He is formless, almost faceless, a man whose countenance is a caricature, a man whose framework seems cartilaginous, without bones.

The storm may not be over, but after a messy, formless start to life at Old Trafford we finally have evidence that a hard-pressing, direct and tactically coherent United is possible.