Distance: 3 miles, small yoga
So, Ciwt went to Green Book with low expectations except about one of her favorites, poet/actor/multilinguist/brilliant/dreamboat Viggo Mortensen. Imagine her disappointment when the
movie opened to maybe 15 minutes of Mortensen as a 1. chow hound, 2. smoker, 3. heavy, 4. virtually illiterate, 5. ill mannered, 6. the list goes on to a few more non-Viggo qualities.
"This movie will be terrible," Ciwt thought. Then lean, elegant Marershala Ali glided onto the screen and sat on a splendid throne. The two leads began playing their 'buddy' roles together, and it all worked with terrific energy and just enough historical fact to inform but not either overwhelm or sugar coat.