You couldn’t be blamed for thinking that Green Book is probably the latest in a long tradition of award season movies that seem like they were designed to make white people feel good about themselves. “Seem like” is the key phrase here, because I don’t think making white people feel good was director Peter Farrelly’s (yes, the guy who made Dumb and Dumber and There’s Something About Mary, believe it or not) sole intention, or even necessarily a conscious one. It’s just something we naturally gravitate to, wanting to feel good about ourselves and to see ourselves as arguably better and less bigoted than we actually are.
The question I thought a lot about as I was watching Green Book was, is that a bad thing? Because Green Book was comically, staggeringly successful at making me feel good, about myself and about humanity. Sure, I could essentially predict every dramatic beat in it ahead of time, but when the expected scene arrived it felt not so much corny as cathartic, a moment I not only expected but had wanted to see, even if I hadn’t admitted it yet.
Viggo Mortensen plays Tony Vallalonga, aka Tony Lip, an Italian-American knockaround guy from the Bronx who works as a bouncer at the Copa in 1962, kissing up to mob bosses and roughing up knuckleheads when they interrupt the show (gotta show da respect). When the Copa closes for renovation, Tony’s search for a way to supplement his lost income leads him to Dr. Don Shirley (Mahershala Ali), an eccentric and persnickety African-American who lives in a palatial apartment above Carnegie Hall. Dr. Shirley employs a butler, greets Tony in a strange robe, and sits on a throne.
Dr. Shirley, a piano prodigy who’s about to embark on a tour through the Deep South, needs Tony’s skills as a driver and problem solver. He hands Tony the Green Book, an actual travel book of the time, which advised black travelers on where to stay and what to avoid to keep out of danger in the Jim Crow South.
A poor white guy driving around a rich black guy? Classic role reversal! “Former racist sees how the other side lives” is a tried-and-true trope going back generations. As Guy Torry’s character tells Edward Norton’s in American History X when the latter arrives in the prison laundry room, “you’re the n**ger in here.”
Streamlined though it is, Green Book does add some nuance to this basic framework. When Dr. Shirley plays his first manor house in the south, Tony elects to stay outside shooting dice with the other chauffeurs and valets (all black) rather than go inside with Dr. Shirley and polish the debutantes’ pearls. When Dr. Shirley later reams him out for gambling, Tony points out that all the other drivers had stayed outside too. To which Dr Shirley retorts, “the difference is, you had a choice.”
Part of the joy of watching Green Book is watching these two tremendous actors go back and forth at each other. It’s a little like the friendship version of A Star is Born, where you know these two will become unlikely friends but still can’t wait to see it happen. They make something of an “odd couple,” shall we say, the fastidious snobby doctor who claims never to have eaten fried chicken and the swearing, gambling, self-described “bullshit artist” from da Bronx. Think Tony might be able to teach the Doc to loosen up a little in exchange for teaching Tony’s lesson in white privilege? …It might happen, I won’t spoil it.