In the movie “Green Card,” Gerald Depardieu plays a French composer who, when invited to tickle the ivories, proceeds to assault them for a prolonged period before a group of horrified genteel folks. After finishing to silence, he deadpans, “It’s not Mozart.”
“No,” stammers one of the visibly shaken audience members. “It’s not.”
Mahershala Ali’s piano music in “Green Book” isn’t Mozart either, but it’s enough to awe and delight his audiences from the North to the South, and probably enough to get your own toes tapping (especially at the end for one Very Special Performance). In this Oscar frontrunner, he plays real-life concert pianist Dr. Don Shirley, who hires Viggo Mortenson (sporting a paunch and an ever-present cigarette), a Bronx bouncer who’s recently lost his job, as a chauffeur and bodyguard to accompany him on his upcoming tour in the Deep South. The title refers to the guide that African-Americans used back in the days of segregation to identify hotels and restaurants where they would be welcome, and Mahershala’s manager warns Viggo that sometimes he and his employer will stay in different hotels on the road. This will turn out to be one of the least of their problems once they get going. Viggo isn’t too thrilled to leave his wife (Linda Cardellini) and extended family for two months, but he needs the gig, so he promises to write letters to Linda and departs. (We’ve see him dispose of a couple of glasses that “colored” workmen have drank out of in his kitchen, much to the quiet dismay of Linda, so we know he’s about to learn valuable lessons in life.)
Soon after they hit the road, Mahershala issues a list of orders for Viggo, which include a bottle of Cutty Sark in the hotel room every night and only performing on a Steinway. He also wants Viggo to improve his diction and refrain from cussing, at least in front of those people he wishes to impress. At first, he’s put off by Viggo’s crudity and lack of ethics, but after awhile, the two men start to grow on each other with Viggo introducing Mahershala to the joys of takeout fried chicken and Little Richard on the radio. “I’m more black than you,” Viggo protests at one point after feeling unfairly called out for racism. (Naturally, this turns into a very important discussion.) In return, Mahershala helps Viggo write his letters to Linda which thrill her tears and make one of her in-laws declare, “I want a letter, too.” Her husband’s response? “After you make me a meal.” (Oh, those wacky misogynist Italians!) As their tour continues, the two men also deal with police brutality and racial discrimination. It will come as no great surprise that after attending Mahershala’s School for Benighted Whites Who Want to Learn to Write Letters Good and to Fight Prejudice Good Too, Viggo graduates with honors.
In these troubled times, it’s nice to sit back in the theater and watch Hollywood’s take on race relations which seem to be that individuals of all colors can bond as long as they have a bucket of takeout, the right soundtrack, and perhaps a beer and some weed to boot to smooth the way. “Green Book,” is based on a true story, however, so audiences can also have the satisfaction of knowing things really did happen this way. At least sort of.