'Written, produced and directed by Peter Weir'. That sounds about as much control as Woody Allen could boast (usually actor rather than producer in his case). From Aussie Peter Weir you get a winning odd couple romance devoid of sentimentality and with an Enya soundtrack which discreetly reminds one of the '80s.
French legend Depardieu is Georges, the one seeking the elusive Green Card. His marriage to the absurdly named Bronte (MacDowell) is one of mutual convenience - she wants to get round one of the city's demanding co-op boards and secure a lovely flat with a greenhouse - but when questions begin being asked they have one weekend to get their stories straight before finally being rid of each other.
Perhaps calling this a romance is wrong because it's more about the creation of intimacy, albeit under exceptional circumstances. In a sense a bit like method-acting preparation dramatized. Everything is delightfully subconscious as opposed to restrained. Depardieu is hugely likeable and it's nice to see Bebe Neuwirth with some colour in her cheeks. MacDowell is way better here than in Four Weddings but still in some respects not a born actress. If anything is wanting it is more conversation, more debate and argument, maybe a longer time span to make it truly believable.
Not much mentioned in rundowns of the grest romantic flicks, but more rewarding than something like Lost In Translation, I'd say. If you'd forgotten about Green Card it's time you got reacquainted.