Get Out

Jordan Peele’s debut film is a whip-smart Stepford Wives, Society or Invasion Of The Body Snatchers-style horror / thriller about race, effectively satirising white, middle class liberal American attitudes towards black people, while also providing the audience with an occasionally comic ride and plenty of edge-of-the-seat excitement. I liked Daniel Kaluuya as photographer Chris, the guy who must negotiate a weekend in the company of the wealthy family of his girlfriend Rose (Allison Williams), and I very much enjoyed the awkwardness of Chris’s first encounters with his other half’s nearest and dearest – Bradley Whitford as the smug father Dean (“I’d have voted for Obama a third time”), Catherine Keener as creepy mother Missy and Caleb Landry Jones as the more overtly sinister brother Jeremy; in fact the garden party scene, in which Chris has even more awkward encounters with people who can’t stop referring to stereotypes or the colour of his skin, is one of the funniest I’ve seen in a long while, all the while being excruciating to sit through. The movie delivers its key message succinctly and cleverly while also highlighting the fact that in real life black Americans who go missing do not receive anything like the level of attention afforded white Americans in the same predicament. It’s also a lot of fun, there are cute homages to other horror films and its violent denouement feels well-earned. (***½)