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Danny Lebern Glover (born July 22, 1946) is an American actor, film director, and political activist. He is best known for his co-starring lead role as Sergeant Roger Murtaugh in the Lethal Weapon film series. Glover has had a variety of film, stage, and television roles. He starred as the husband to Whoopi Goldberg's character, Celie in the celebrated literary adaptation of The Color Purple, and as Lieutenant James McFee in the film Witness. He had leading roles in other films including To Sleep with Anger, Predator 2, Angels in the Outfield, and Operation Dumbo Drop. He won the Independent Spirit Award for Best Male Lead for his starring role in Charles Burnett's To Sleep with Anger. Also, he has had prominent supporting roles in Silverado, Witness, A Rage in Harlem, Dreamgirls, Shooter, Death at a Funeral, Beyond the Lights, Sorry to Bother You, The Last Black Man in San Francisco, The Dead Don't Die, Lonesome Dove and Jumanji: The Next Level. Glover earned top billing for the first time in Predator 2, the sequel to the science fiction action film Predator. During his career, he has also made several cameos, appearing, for example, in the Michael Jackson video "Liberian Girl" of 1987. In 1994, he made his directorial debut with the Showtime channel short film Override. Also in 1994, Glover and actor Ben Guillory founded the Robey Theatre Company in Los Angeles, focusing on theatre by and about black people.
Danny Glover
Robbie Robertson
for Robbie Robertson in Blue Marvel: A Marvel Story
Suggested by matthewfenner
Earth-3945756948405. New York City never forgot its scars. Neither did Adam Brashear. Twenty Five years as Blue Marvel weighed heavier than the negative zone energy humming beneath his skin. He’d watched the modern age of heroes ignite twenty-Seven years ago, then burn people away one by one. Names echoed every night. Friends. Allies. Ghosts. Baron Helmut Zemo’s shadow now stretched across the city, funneling high-tech weapons to militias hungry for takeover. Tonight, that shadow bled. Blue Marvel hit the docks like a falling star. Containers burst. Zemo’s soldiers scattered. Captain America moved beside him, shield ringing with tired resolve. Daredevil stalked the darkness, fists finding heartbeats. Hawkeye covered the skyline, his prosthetic arm whirring, arrows rewriting physics. Miles Morales swung in late, eyes sharp but haunted. Adam caught him mid-fight, steadying him the way Peter once had. “You’re not alone,” Adam said, meaning it more than ever. From a distant command room, Nick Fury Jr. watched the feeds. “End it,” he ordered. Zemo escaped, as always. The city stood, barely. Adam floated above Manhattan at dawn, battered, alive, still carrying the dead with him. Heroes didn’t retire. They endured.
