Green Book
by Nick Vallelonga
Nine out of
10
Green Book is
one of the best films of the year, much superior to most of those selected for
the Golden Globe awards – for example, in my humble opinion A Star is Born is not
worth anything when compared with this excellent drama.
Viggo Mortensen,
one of the best actors of the age and not just that, but one who decides to be engaged
with projects that matter, have a meaning and would remain memorable, plays
Tony Lip Vallelonga.
Mahershala Ali
is outstanding, grandiose, sophisticated, majestic, towering, superior and
human….exactly what his challenging part requires, the role of Doctor Don Shirley,
a wonderful pianist
In the
beginning, we watch Tony in his job at a nightclub, where he is a bouncer that
takes out an annoying, insulting customer and beats him hard, but then he is out
of a job, when the club is temporary closed.
This is very
difficult for the hero and his wife, Dolores, and the American Italian has to
take his watch to the pawnshop, to get forty dollars for it, given the
financial straits in which he is.
When he
refuses to work for dubious thugs, seemingly mobsters that wanted Tony to be engaged
in illegal, violent activities, he receives an offer and has to go to meet with
an unknown employer.
This is a strange
character, dressed in the words of the simple Lip as “the king of the jungle”,
sitting on a throne and offering the position of driver to the unemployed white
man.
The money
proposition is attractive, but when the sophisticated doctor mentions that he
would have to take his luggage and shine his shoes, the proud bouncer stands up
to refuse.
Before this
meeting, we have seen two African American men in his house – he boasts about
that in front of his prospective boss – but they were there to fix the plumbing
or something else.
Even as he is
financially stressed, the racist, intolerant Vallelonga takes the glasses the
visitors had used and throws them in the trashcan, making more than plain his
racial perspective.
The film is
extraordinary as it follows the transformation of this uneducated individual and
the dramatic change, from a man who could not use glasses after they had been
in the hands of another race, into a very sensitive, good friend of the doctor.
As the
rather primitive driver learns, Don Shirley is not a doctor in medicine, but he
is the head of a trio, called the Don Shirley Trio, and he has organized a tour
in the south, where he would perform as a special guest.
Since this is
1962, the Deep South still has segregation in place – indeed, as it would be
explained by the Russian members of the trio, the main reason why Doc has taken
this challenge is to make a point.
They are
paid three times as much if they perform in the North, but Doctor Shirley wants
to show bigoted, racist, rich men of the South that African Americans are not
inferior, they are able to do things that white men cannot do.
The relationship
between driver and pianist is more than difficult to begin with, given the lack
of manners, education and any hint of style of the man who eats and throws
trash on the road.
Doctor Shirley
tries to educate the bouncer – granted, there is some precious advice coming
the other way too – making him return to pick up the garbage, in a period when
the norm was to care very little, if at all about that.
When they
stop at a shop selling precious or semi-precious stones, jade and the like,
Tony picks up one from near the stand, sitting on the ground and he is made to
pay for it, which he does only after fierce opposition.
When the
cultivated speaker of Russian, Italian and surely other languages sees the
effort it takes the Italian American to write letters and the pale results, he
helps with the composition.
The messages
would have such a success that Dolores reads them to an audience of friends,
husbands who are amazed at Shakespeare – this is what she would call the returning
hero.
To his
credit, Vallelonga is crucial in a few occasions, one when the Doc went to have
a drink in a bar and he is beaten cruelly by white racists and is saved by the
tough bullshit artist.
Another time,
the pianist is caught having sex with another, white man and he is handcuffed and
destined to be jailed, when The Lip talks to the police officers and bribes
them.
True, the
next time they have trouble with the law, it is because of the violent temper
of the ex-bouncer, who is insulted by other racists, in uniform this time and
he hits one of them.
From jail,
the acclaimed musician, who has contacts at the highest echelons of power, but is
abused, by local, racist cops and rich Southerners – they want to listen to his
performance but want to make him use an outhouse and prevent him from eating in
the restaurant where he would have to perform- calls Bobby Kennedy.
Green Book is
a wondrous motion picture.