I've never bought into this idea that "movies are visual" and that if you have a lot of dialogue it ought to be a play. The "Maltese Falcon" is virtually all dialogue. So is "All the President's Men". So, for that matter, is "Sex, Lies, and Videotape." Very little happens in any of those movies except people talking.
It's amazing to me that anyone would ever say that any movie shot by Gordon Willis is 'not visual'. In Goldman's book 'Adventures In The Screen Trade' he says one of the hard parts of adapting 'All The President's Men' was that there was almost no dialogue.
I'll only take issue with that, although I think all of your examples are bad ones, because it's the movie I've seen most recently. I think Sex, Lies is plenty visual and certainly does so in subtextual and thematic ways, but I haven't seen in it a while so I don't want to get into it at the moment.
But in All The President's Men, there's a lot of action and business going on during the dialogue in that movie. There's action in the newsroom. There's dynamic locations for some scenes. There's like one line of dialogue in the first 5-plus minutes of the film (if I remember correctly, there's the break in, Woodward getting the call and introing of the Post).
Watch 'All The President's Men' and you'll see scenes like this:
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WOODWARD TYPING LIKE MAD, makes a mistake, corrects it, types
on muttering to himself, and--
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ROSENFELD IN HIS OFFICE munching a handful of Maalox tablets
and--
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WOODWARD taking a sheet from his typewriter, hurrying off
and--
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ROSENFELD taking the sheet from WOODWARD--
WOODWARD
Here's the first take--
ROSENFELD nods, shows him out and--
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WOODWARD BACK AT HIS MACHINE typing faster then before, makes
another mistake, starts to correct it, glances around and--
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ROSENFELD IN HIS OFFICE gesturing to somebody but not WOODWARD
and--
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WOODWARD watching as BERNSTEIN appears in view from behind
the wide pillar by WOODWARD's desk, heads toward ROSENFELD's
office. WOODWARD shrugs, goes back to his typing, makes a
typo immediately, glances over toward ROSENFELD's office,
freezes as we--
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ROSENFELD handing some papers to BERNSTEIN. They look, from
this distance, suspiciously like WOODWARD's story.
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BERNSTEIN hurrying out of ROSENFELD's office, and--
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WOODWARD watching BERNSTEIN until he disappears out of sight
behind the pillar. WOODWARD hesitates, finally goes back to
his typing, makes another mistake, fixes it, makes still
another, his temper is shortly to make itself known--
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ROSENFELD as WOODWARD hands him another sheet of paper.
WOODWARD
This is all of it, Harry.
ROSENFELD NODS, takes it, immediately starts to read as we--
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WOODWARD AT HIS DESK watching as ROSENFELD gestures again.
There is a pause. Then BERNSTEIN appears from behind the
pillar and--
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ROSENFELD handing BERNSTEIN another sheet of paper. BERSTEIN
nods, takes it, walks back toward his desk, disappears behind
the pillar again. WOODWARD is starting to steam. Now--
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BERNSTEIN AT HIS DESK typing magnificently, his hands rising
and falling like Rubinstein's. Behind him is the pillar and
for a moment there is nothing--then, very slowly, a figure
peers out from behind the pillar--it is WOODWARD.
He watches. BERNSTEIN continues to type, then after a moment,
rests, thinks, shifts around in his chair and as his glance
starts toward the pillar--
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THE PILLAR. WOODWARD is gone.
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BERNSTEIN typing madly away.
THE PILLAR. WOODWARD is visible again, eyes very bright...
now--
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BERNSTEIN finishing typing, his hands moving majestically.
WOODWARD comes up behind him, stands looking a second.
Then--
WOODWARD
We have to talk.
BERNSTEIN nods, grabs the papers both that he's been typing
and that he's been copying from.
And as he rises--
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WOODWARD AND BERNSTEIN walking silently out of the newsroom
then turning left down a darker corridor, passing bulletin
boards and wall lockers and it's all nice and quiet as they
amble on, nodding to the few people they pass on their way
and after a while they turn right and enter the coffee lounge
which is empty; the walls are lined with Norman Rockwell
reproductions and various kinds of vending machines are
visible, selling coffee or milk or fruit or sandwiches and
there are some plastic tables and chairs and the minute they
are alone, the silence ends.
WOODWARD
What the hell were you doing rewriting
my story--
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Not visual????