Jessica Tandy as Daisy Werthan
Patti LuPone as Florine Werthan
Joann Havrilla as Miss McClatchley
William Hall, Jr. as Oscar
Muriel Moore as Miriam
Sylvia Kaler as Beulah
Yes ma’am this movie was boring. I am seriously starting to doubt all the movies from the 80’s. First “Rain Man” came along and bored me too tears and then this. Look don’t get me wrong I can see why this might have been a contender but listen to this and tell me if it sounds far-fetched; a southern white Jewish woman, (that alone sounds weird ) and a smiling African American befriend each other, out of shear boredom and the product is an award winning movie? Plus the competition was pretty stiff that year, how do you say no to “The Dead Poet’s Society”? Look man you have got to be kidding me! Star Wars was a much better movie; it was Macbeth in outer space! I love Morgan Freeman, the man has the voice of God (literally) but I winced to see him in this movie. Playing the stereotypical 50’s black guy and to top it off he did this weird pucker like mouth movement that I just found irritating. Furthermore toward the end of the movie, when he and is 37 year-old granddaughter are driving to the house his eyes look gigantic behind those damn glasses and I couldn’t stop laughing. It was sooo funny and from then on I couldn’t take the movie seriously. I will say that in its benefit it’s a pretty short movie which I love. I guess if you want to learn where actors took their stereotypical 50’s southern drawl and whatever look no further than Driving Miss Daisy. And the timeline is so fucked up because it’s not definitive, only makeup helps you deduce what the fuck is going on. Furthermore, it also proves my theory that the more you want someone to die the longer they shall stay alive, Miss Daisy practically gets to live into her 100’s.. I have 8 more 80’s films to go and I predict that I will find something stereotypical to today’s society in them.
It also won awards for:
Best Actress: Jessica tandy
Best Make-up
Best Adapted Screenplay
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