She glanced up, her face perfectly blank.

NEWYORKER: Sweetheart Sorrow

As he begins to backtrack, she jolts upright, stares back in shock, then in mock shock, shifting in subtle increments until she smiles, lets her face go blank again, and leans back into his arms with relaxed panic, a twenty-sided facial expression that should earn Lauren Graham a special Emmy.

NEWYORKER: Warming Trend

Playing quietly, Wiig is a decent and likable actress, but, for fans of her wild side, she seems diminished, her face a little blank.

NEWYORKER: The Better Life

On a sudden the blank and helpless agony left her face.

NEWYORKER: Tune in Next Week