Here’s the word:
Rumbustious: adj. Uncontrollably exuberant; boisterous or unruly.
I like how close “rumbustious” is to so many other words that remind me of it and the qualities it possesses: rambunctious, boisterous, robust. I like that it contains both the words “rum” and “bust,” and I like the phrase “uncontrollable exuberance.”
I learned “rumbustious” in an article from the Independent about Ernest Hemingway, and here’s a trailer for the new Woody Allen movie, Midnight in Paris, in which Hemingway (played by Corey Stoll) steals the show:
The trailer doesn’t do the movie justice, because it doesn’t hint at what the movie is actually about: nostalgia, the kind of nostalgia Paris inspires in so many of the people who visit it. Woody Allen is particularly wistful for the Paris of the 1920s, peopled by literary ex-pats like Hemingway, Gertrude Stein and the Fitzgeralds and famous European artists like Picasso, Man Rey, and Salvador Dali. The film’s vision of this Parisian golden age and its inhabitants is openly fantastical and idealistic, its criticism of certain obnoxious, consumerist (and American) attitudes, comedically exaggerated and its presentation of Paris, romanticized to the extreme. Basically exactly what you should expect from a Woody Allen movie. I really liked it. Maybe I’ll finally read the copy of A Moveable Feast that’s been sitting in my to-be-read stack for months now.