Film

The Green Pastures

Name: The Green Pastures
Genre: Drama, Fantasy
Released: 1936
Cast: Oscar Polk, Eddie 'Rochester' Anderson, Rex Ingram, Frank H. Wilson, George H. Reed

A 1936 Warner Bros. curiosity: Marc Connelly's Pulitzer-winning play turned into a heaven of fish fries and Sunday suits, with Rex Ingram's De Lawd presiding over the Old Testament as folk parable. Historic for its all-Black cast, groundbreaking for its time, but written and staged by white men — so the reverence is real, and so is the condescension. Worth seeing as artifact and, in flashes, as something genuinely moving.

TMDb rating

6.3

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