Green Book
2018 ‧ Drama/Comedy ‧ 2h 10m
Original Language: English
Director: Peter John Farrelly
IMDb: ⭐ 8.2/10
Green Book" is a 2018 biographical comedy-drama film directed by Peter Farrelly. The story is inspired by the true friendship between Tony Lip, an Italian-American bouncer, and Dr. Don Shirley, a renowned African-American pianist, during the 1960s. Tony Lip is hired to drive Dr. Shirley on a concert tour through the racially segregated Southern United States. They rely on the Green Book, a guidebook for African-American travelers, to find safe accommodations in the racially hostile region.
As they travel together, Tony and Dr. Shirley initially clash due to their differences in background and personality. However, as they face the challenges of discrimination and racism, they develop a deep bond and understanding for each other. Through their journey, the film explores themes of friendship, racial prejudice, and personal growth.
"Green Book" received critical acclaim for its performances, particularly those of Viggo Mortensen (Tony Lip) and Mahershala Ali (Dr. Don Shirley), as well as its tackling of sensitive racial issues. The film went on to win several awards, including the Academy Award for Best Picture, Best Original Screenplay, and Best Supporting Actor for Mahershala Ali's portrayal of Dr. Shirley.
As his nightclub is being renovated in 1962, fierce bouncer Frank "Tony Lip" Vallelonga looks for work. The most intriguing proposition turns out to be serving as Don Shirley's chauffeur for a performance tour of the Deep South states. Shirley is an African-American classical pianist. They set out on their journey armed with "The Negro Motorist Green Book," a manual for safe driving amid America's racial segregation, despite Tony's lack of enthusiasm about working for a Black guy. With their opposing outlooks on life and aspirations, the snobbishly academic pianist and the bluntly practical bouncer can hardly get along.However, as the unlikely couple experiences and witnesses America's shocking injustices firsthand while travelling, they grow to appreciate one another and begin to work through them as a team. They develop a bond and a mutual understanding as a result, which would impact both of their lives.
Green Book was a hit with me and the sold-out audience, who cheered heartily at the conclusion. The film honours Don Shirley's brilliance and bravery as a black man who struggles to rise above the ugliness of the times, and is based on the true story of the piano virtuoso's journey across the South in the 1960s. He is chilly and lonely due to the opulent trappings of his mansion and his career as a concert pianist, but when he employs Tony as his road trip driver, things start to change. Tony is the antithesis of Don's perfection with a past as a nightclub bouncer with Mafia connections in New York, and their developing friendship while travelling elevates the film above the ordinary and into something magical.It's humorous and endearing to witness Viggo and Ali, who play the main characters, reject preconceptions and realise their shared humanity. The movie teaches without preaching, and what we liked best about it is how it all plays out naturally in the interactions between two excellent performers and a talented supporting ensemble. Finish it off with a great music, superior direction, top-notch production qualities, and a crowd that cheered loudly at the conclusion.
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The crimson line became a red circle before the inside of the circle started to trickle down like droplets of blood, completely disappearing at the bottom, revealing a black hole wrapped in crimson liquid. There was a flash of light from inside the hole, and something slowly rolled out of it. The five teens watched as shadowy figures threw something else at the opening. The second item landed right on top of the first and shot it out of the portal to Hell. The group looked down, frozen in fear, to see the head of a goat lying at their feet. The teens all let out a series of cries as they took a few steps back. Darren reached for his phone to catch the experience on video and got recording just in time to get the shadowy figure throwing another object. This odd item had more heat on it and hit Derrick in the chest with a disgusting squish before falling to the ground. It was a human head this time, male, blond haired, with milky blue eyes that stared at them reproachfully. 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The demonic satyr jumped in front of her planned route, revealed a thick knife in each hand, and plunged them into the girl's chest. Then, with a swift movement, the Goatman decapitated the screaming girl with the same blades. Her head spun in the air, mouth still open, eyes wide, reflecting the red glow of the unholy portal. The beast let the body drop to the wooden deck but snatched her head out of the air. Without missing a stride, it entered the crimson gateway, the heads of his former victims following on a blast of hot wind. Just as quickly as it had appeared, the portal vanished. In the far distance, thunder rumbled like a contented beast after a meal. As soon as the hole disappeared, Emily dragged herself, shaking to her feet from where she had fallen when the wind knocked her off her feet. She was lucky to have fallen at the right angle to keep from slamming her head into the wooden deck. She finally noticed Darren standing there, recording her. “Are you going to help me or just keep recording?” Emily screamed as she put her hands out towards him. “I can do both,” Darren replied as he stepped over and helped her to her feet, his phone in her face. “What happened?” she asked, still in a daze. Then she noticed Brittney’s body. She screamed. “Brittney!” “The thing chased her down,” Darren said, swallowing hard. “I don't want to know, Darren.” Emily could barely keep the tears at bay. “I want to go home. Now!” “The car is back this way …” “Let’s go.” Her words were high pitched, but Emily stopped, took in a breath, then finished in a regular tone. Tears tracked down the smudges of dirt on her face. “Around. I will walk around,” Emily said as she took a few steps away from the support of Darren. “That's a dead end now,” Darren replied as he continued to record her. Emily stopped walking and slumped her shoulders before turning around. When she noticed Darren was recording her, she let out an angry “Stop!” and tried to walk to him. He laughed as he pranced in front of her, mocking each stumbling step before stopping and letting her catch up. When she did, he turned his camera off. “Are you sure you don't want to see what you missed?” Darren asked, teasing her with his phone. Emily walked to the other side of the bridge, keeping her eyes focused on the metal supports as she hurried along. 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I think the story about being judged off your bloodline is true.” “What?” Darren snapped. “I think Brittney had klansmen in her heritage.” Emily said matter of factly “What the hell, Emily?” Darren yelled as he shakily pointed to the bridge. Standing at the edge of the bridge was a beautiful ebony skinned woman, wrapped in an eerie white light, with her arms stretched out towards the teens. She whispered something that was then carried on the wind. “Thank you.” “You're welcome, Mama.” Emily whispered uncomfortably to herself.
By Colt Henderson5 days ago in Horror
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Great work! Good job!