Directed by Peter Weir Touchstone Pictures 1990
Gerard Depardieu, you are a Sex God. I don’t care that you are now a bit rotund and have renounced your French citizenship. When you hit the big screen you are every woman’s dream. I would leave my husband (if I had one) for you. I would even move to Russia for you. I am yours.
Right, back to reality. In Green Card, Gerard Depardieu (as Georges Fauré) is at his absolute dreamy best. I bought this 1990 Romcom on DVD when I was at the Warehouse buying the Frozen DVD for one of my daughter’s friend’s birthday (the same party where she broke her arm, please see Talkback). Anyhooo, I spotted Green Card and thought, I remember loving that film and I certainly love Gerard Depardieu, so I splashed out the $6.95 (a lot cheaper than Frozen, let me tell you!).
Well, my life hasn’t been the same since. Call me weird but any moment I can squeeze in watching ten minutes of this film I do. While vacuuming, doing dishes, cleaning the sink, it is on in the background. It shows that romance isn’t dead and even the most unlikely of types can find a common bond and love.
Director and writer Peter Weir wrote the part specifically for Gerard Depardieu. It was as a vehicle for him to break into the English-speaking film world after his success in the title role of French film, Cyrano de Bergerac which I also review in this issue to keep the theme going.
The title of the film explains the premise. An American woman Bronte, (played by the stunning Andie MacDowell) who needs to be married to score the apartment of her dreams and a French “oaf ” who needs a green card partake in a marriage of convenience, only to become suspects of the INS (Immigration and Naturalisation Service).
Cue a forced time together to prove to the INS that the marriage is genuine. They must find out everything about the other, the colour of each other’s toothbrushes, their respective heights and weights, even the name of her moisturiser.
The two characters are complete opposites, which makes it so fun and playful. Bronte’s earnest, real boyfriend is of course a vegetarian, to which the thoroughly French George asks “Why?” I love it!
It is predictable but the fraught yet delightful weekend Bronte and George spend learning about each other is a lesson in tolerance and appreciating people for what they are. I won’t give any more away if you haven’t seen it but even if you have, it is worth watching again.