Aw c’mon! “Green Card” is a totally fun movie. Gerard Depardieu, with his cigarettes and his love of rich foods and his general Frenchiness, is still the ideal man for Andy MacDowell’s overly-fastidious uptight Liberal New York vegetarian priggishness. Their separation at the end of the movie is only temporary.
If I had some immigration guy asking me what brand of cold-cream my fiancee buys, I’d tell him the truth: WHO CARES?!? What kind of guy knows the brand name of his fiancee’s cosmetics? If I know the answer to that question, it’s a good indication that I’ve been cramming for the interview…
But yeah, start taking pictures together NOW. Otherwise, you two have been living together long enough that you’ll know enough about each other to demonstrate you’re not total strangers. They’ll be looking for attitude. Learn to fake sincerity, and you’re golden…
The difference between this and Green Card is that Donna & Pierre DO know each other so well. Aside from some pics of themselves actually looking happy together, they don’t need anything else.
Anyway, Andi McDowell undoubtedly moves to France to be with Gerard Depardieu, and THAT’S what bugs Pierre. If he gets deported, he doesn’t want to have to deal with Donna all over again.
I’m an imported wife myself and I tried some of those questions on him after we watched this. Cream indeed.. the only reason my husband guessed it was that I don’t use any. I also don’t think either of us knows other’s exact height and weight. Unless people meet in some internet meeting site, why on earth should they know? But maybe I would have been considered passed if I had said my husband is just tall enough to make prolonged kissing uncomfortable unless I stand tiptoes?
On the other side, they didn’t ask some very, very obvious questions in the movie, that would have made that pair go boom at once. All that “meeting in Africa” thing. Wouldn’t it be elementary to ask which COUNTRY?? To show stamps in your passport, airline offices to show when you flied there, etc - to go from USA and France to African countries can’t be the same like for me, just driving over an inside-EU border to get to my native country and in 9 times out of 10 I see no borderguard and even if I see, no stamp, no record, so I couldn’t prove I crossed a border.
(BTW, it was not yet like that when we were just dating - border crossings were registered. We used to take turns going to visit each other on weekends, seeing how we worked during week. One Friday when my husband was crossing border coming to me, borderguards had probably had got a smuggler alert, and they saw from their computer my husband crosses border very often, so they took him aside for searching and asked what is he going to that other country for. To what he answered totally truthfully “to marry”. I wonder if there were the same people in next day, when we crossed the same crossing place with our wedding car and buses.)
I haven’t seen it, but I saw trailers for another movie deadling with the same situation, with a Chinese-born woman getting a Green Card wedding to an American-born Chinese man. We see the interviewer asking the man “What’s your favorite food?” and he says something like “Oh wow, probably chicken cacciatore in a wine sauce, lotsa mushrooms.” When they ask the woman what’s her husband’s favorite food, she shrugs and simply says “Hamboorgor.”
(Trying to track this down, the closest thing I could find is Ang Lee’s “The Wedding Banquet”, but I’m not sure that’s it.)
And M Smokey, I for one use “Netflix” as a verb. It’s probably no more calamitous than using “TIVO” as a verb…
“That movie sound interesting. I’m gonna Netflix it”;
“Do you Netflix?”;
“Voulez-vous Netflixer avec moi ce soir?”
runar, with films like “40 Year-Old Virgin”, “Forgetting Sarah Marshall”, and “Superbad”, Judd Apatow and his cohorts have rescued RomCom from the “chick flick” ghetto. Frankly, I’ve always liked RomCom, so long as there’s enough Com to balance the Rom. A good RomCom can be a great Date Night choice, because the good ones will please both genders. And a lot of classic movies from Hollywood’s Golden Age, like “It Happened One Night” or “The Philadelphia Story”, are certainly within the bounds of Romantic Comedy.
The “chick flicks” that I have trouble sitting through are the Nicholas Sparks-type “womens’ weepies”, or anything involving a Summer in Tuscany…
fritz, you may like Grownups then. In a way, it’s typical Adam Sandler adolescent humor, but with just enough romantics thrown in that my lovely female accomplice enjoyed it as much as I did.
I watch romcoms whenever I donate blood platelets. An hour and a half of brainless action with an attractive female lead helps aleviate the boredom and discomfort of laying still with needles in the arms. Watching any other time leads to bleeding ears.
margueritem almost 14 years ago
O o ps…
Sisyphos almost 14 years ago
Take it as an omen, Donna! This ill-considered marriage-notion is doomed!
ladywolf17 almost 14 years ago
Bad Movie! Shall we try again……Hmmm!
fritzoid Premium Member almost 14 years ago
Aw c’mon! “Green Card” is a totally fun movie. Gerard Depardieu, with his cigarettes and his love of rich foods and his general Frenchiness, is still the ideal man for Andy MacDowell’s overly-fastidious uptight Liberal New York vegetarian priggishness. Their separation at the end of the movie is only temporary.
If I had some immigration guy asking me what brand of cold-cream my fiancee buys, I’d tell him the truth: WHO CARES?!? What kind of guy knows the brand name of his fiancee’s cosmetics? If I know the answer to that question, it’s a good indication that I’ve been cramming for the interview…
But yeah, start taking pictures together NOW. Otherwise, you two have been living together long enough that you’ll know enough about each other to demonstrate you’re not total strangers. They’ll be looking for attitude. Learn to fake sincerity, and you’re golden…
cdward almost 14 years ago
The difference between this and Green Card is that Donna & Pierre DO know each other so well. Aside from some pics of themselves actually looking happy together, they don’t need anything else.
Anyway, Andi McDowell undoubtedly moves to France to be with Gerard Depardieu, and THAT’S what bugs Pierre. If he gets deported, he doesn’t want to have to deal with Donna all over again.
The missing M. Smokey almost 14 years ago
Netflix is a verb?
all-hail-hypnotoad almost 14 years ago
Had to wikipedia Rom Com..
paha_siga almost 14 years ago
I’m an imported wife myself and I tried some of those questions on him after we watched this. Cream indeed.. the only reason my husband guessed it was that I don’t use any. I also don’t think either of us knows other’s exact height and weight. Unless people meet in some internet meeting site, why on earth should they know? But maybe I would have been considered passed if I had said my husband is just tall enough to make prolonged kissing uncomfortable unless I stand tiptoes?
On the other side, they didn’t ask some very, very obvious questions in the movie, that would have made that pair go boom at once. All that “meeting in Africa” thing. Wouldn’t it be elementary to ask which COUNTRY?? To show stamps in your passport, airline offices to show when you flied there, etc - to go from USA and France to African countries can’t be the same like for me, just driving over an inside-EU border to get to my native country and in 9 times out of 10 I see no borderguard and even if I see, no stamp, no record, so I couldn’t prove I crossed a border.
(BTW, it was not yet like that when we were just dating - border crossings were registered. We used to take turns going to visit each other on weekends, seeing how we worked during week. One Friday when my husband was crossing border coming to me, borderguards had probably had got a smuggler alert, and they saw from their computer my husband crosses border very often, so they took him aside for searching and asked what is he going to that other country for. To what he answered totally truthfully “to marry”. I wonder if there were the same people in next day, when we crossed the same crossing place with our wedding car and buses.)
fritzoid Premium Member almost 14 years ago
I haven’t seen it, but I saw trailers for another movie deadling with the same situation, with a Chinese-born woman getting a Green Card wedding to an American-born Chinese man. We see the interviewer asking the man “What’s your favorite food?” and he says something like “Oh wow, probably chicken cacciatore in a wine sauce, lotsa mushrooms.” When they ask the woman what’s her husband’s favorite food, she shrugs and simply says “Hamboorgor.”
(Trying to track this down, the closest thing I could find is Ang Lee’s “The Wedding Banquet”, but I’m not sure that’s it.)
And M Smokey, I for one use “Netflix” as a verb. It’s probably no more calamitous than using “TIVO” as a verb… “That movie sound interesting. I’m gonna Netflix it”; “Do you Netflix?”; “Voulez-vous Netflixer avec moi ce soir?”
ForeverAllstar almost 14 years ago
What’s a romcom?
myming almost 14 years ago
they’re the perfect couple = mayhem.
Possum Pete almost 14 years ago
ROMantic COMedy
runar almost 14 years ago
FA: romcom = romantic comedy aka “chick flick”.
fritzoid Premium Member almost 14 years ago
runar, with films like “40 Year-Old Virgin”, “Forgetting Sarah Marshall”, and “Superbad”, Judd Apatow and his cohorts have rescued RomCom from the “chick flick” ghetto. Frankly, I’ve always liked RomCom, so long as there’s enough Com to balance the Rom. A good RomCom can be a great Date Night choice, because the good ones will please both genders. And a lot of classic movies from Hollywood’s Golden Age, like “It Happened One Night” or “The Philadelphia Story”, are certainly within the bounds of Romantic Comedy.
The “chick flicks” that I have trouble sitting through are the Nicholas Sparks-type “womens’ weepies”, or anything involving a Summer in Tuscany…
MisngNOLA almost 14 years ago
fritz, you may like Grownups then. In a way, it’s typical Adam Sandler adolescent humor, but with just enough romantics thrown in that my lovely female accomplice enjoyed it as much as I did.
donwater almost 14 years ago
I watch romcoms whenever I donate blood platelets. An hour and a half of brainless action with an attractive female lead helps aleviate the boredom and discomfort of laying still with needles in the arms. Watching any other time leads to bleeding ears.