The Green Mile (1999)

Posted by Mrs Giggles on January 3, 2000 in 2 Oogies, Film Reviews, Genre: Drama

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The Green Mile (1999)
The Green Mile (1999)

Main cast: Tom Hanks (Paul Edgecomb), David Morse (Brutal Howell), Michael Clarke Duncan (John Coffey), Doug Hutchinson (Percy), Michael Jeter (Eduard), Doug Hutchison (Percy Wetmore), Sam Rockwell (William “Wild Bill” Wharton), Jeffrey DeMunn (Harry Terwilliger), Barry Pepper (Dean Stanton), Patricia Clarkson (Melinda Moores), Harry Dean Stanton (Toot-Toot), Gary Sinise (Burt Hammersmith), Graham Greene (Arlen Bitterbuck), and William Sadler (Klaus Detterick)
Director: Frank Darabont


This movie is clearly desperate for an Oscar. It all but prostitutes itself for the bald gold man. I know it is practically screaming, Give it to me, you Academy babies! because:

  • It is slightly over 3 hours plus long,
  • It has Tom Hanks in the lead role,
  • It starts with an old man telling the story.

This movie concerns Ye Saintly Prison Warden of Ye Death Row Block, Paul Edgecomb, who in the 1930s receives a special inmate. John Coffey is convicted of rape and murder of two white girls, and he can heal people with his hands. Paul also has bad bladder infection, and a junior officer Percy is giving him headache. Paul becomes the obligatory good friend to wronged John, and the whole movie sells its soul to the devil for an Oscar.

How more clichéd can it get? Tom Hanks in another bland Saint Hanks role. This man has played so many dull martyr hero roles in one saccharine-bloated kaleidoscope from Philadelphia to this that I just can’t be bothered anymore. Mr Hanks plays the same role in all his recent movies. And in a dullard like The Green Mile, oh boy, does his blandness stick out like a sore thumb. Mr Hanks doesn’t even speak his lines, he infuses every word with pained, self-conscious drawl – oh yeah – as if he knows that he can’t go wrong with any movie he’s in anymore.

An inmate has a circus rat has a best buddy, to cater to the animal lovers. Percy is so one-dimensionally stupid and nasty that I am hard-pressed to take this movie seriously. Even worse is Coffey. He is every cringe-inducing black stereotype rolled in one. Even his initials, JC, reek of a smug attempt at calculated sentimentality. A black martyr, perfect, is afraid of the dark, can heal people, and is a saintly baby to boot. How comforting. Someone pass this movie an Oscar for Most Pathetic Begging for One.

The secondary players struggle to make this movie watchable. Oh yes, Paul’s three fellow colleagues keep things amusing and watchable for the first one hour, but they are soon pushed away for Paul and John’s Good Star-Crossed Buddydom.

And the ending… tsk tsk. I’ve seen sugar cakes with less glucose.

Someone ought to give this movie an Oscar, if only to stop it from prostituting itself further for critical acclaim.

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