It’s been a long time since I loved a movie as much as Get Out.
At least two months. Or however long it’s been since I saw Elle.
You know, maybe I love movies a little too much.
Get Out is a wonderful movie in so many ways. It’s funny. And scary. It’s provocative. And deep. Yet it’s so fun to watch. The writer/director, Jordan Peele, makes so many important points in such and effortless way, it’s like he’s saying: What’s the big deal, it’s only a movie.
This is the movie about the white woman who takes her black lover home to meet her parents. You probably saw it already. But if you haven’t–don’t delay.
Obviously, Peele loves movies. He’s only 38-year-old, but it seems like he’s watched and re-watched every kind of movie ever made.
He’s like Quentin Tarantino. He doesn’t just love movies–he absorbs them.
Here are just a few of the genres Peele has worked in to Get Out…
Horror flicks (think Halloween)…
Blaxploitation (take your pick)…
Psycho date flicks (Play Misty for Me)…
Black buddy comedies (Friday)…
Suburban dystopia (The Stepford Wives)…
He’s got a scene straight out of Wes Anderson. And that scene with the deer antlers? Straight up Tarantino.
On top of all that, Get Out has one of the best endings ever. Plus, the last ten or so minutes had people yelling at the screen.
Yes, this is one of those movies that makes you want to yell out advice to the lead character. Like he can hear you.
They don’t make nearly enough of those kinds of movies anymore.
Watching Get Out made me think I was at the Howard Theater–circa 1975.
Here are a few lines I heard shouted out when I saw Get Out…
“Drive over the bitch!”
“Shoot the muthafucka!”
“Don’t do it, man!”
Okay, no one yelled that last one. But the movie was so good I forgot all about our president for at least two hours.
It’s worth seeing just for that.
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