“Get Out” – Why I Still Can’t Breathe

Film Title: Get Out

 

Holy SHIT guys.

I just (finally) watched Get Out– Jordan Peele’s incredible, insane, amazing, terrifying, thought-provoking directorial debut. That’s right…debut. Like, “oh, I’ve never done this before, but lemme just give it a shot, and DO IT PERFECTLY.”

Oh, he wrote it, too, because he is a film robot. He’s the Tom Brady of creating content. Comedy? Sure. Horror? Why not.

I had to blog because I have to talk about this! It’s consuming my brain! It’s like it moved into my mind, rented an apartment, and is just sitting there, like, “remember THIS scene?! THAT scene?! How about the BINGO SCENE!?!?”

This blog is probably a safer read if you’ve seen the film already. I don’t know if there will be spoilers yet, but probably. I’m just free writing what the film alien that has taken up residence in my mind tells me to write.

I have to get it out of my head. 

The writing is perfect. Every little setup comes back around. Every word, every hint, every gesture, they all mean something. Everything is a surprise, but really, you knew.

I just took this screenwriting class, and I passed with a grade of “complete”, so, yeah, I guess you could say I know what I’m talking about.

 

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That’s RIGHT. I did. *high fives self*

 

I’m reeling. Have I convinced you yet? Did you go see it yet? If you haven’t, go, then come back. Just GO.

The acting is perfect. Daniel Kaluuya is secretly British, apparently. Allison Williams is always easy to watch, but she definitely took it to a new level in her FIRST major film role. (Sure, why not, just a bunch of people coming together, trying out this whole “making a movie” thing, and being FLAWLESS.)

I just… I can’t.

It’s a perfect horror film. But it’s also about racism. It’s about living as a black person in a white world. It’s about white privilege. It’s about white people taking ownership of black bodies. It’s about slavery. It’s about that awful thing white people do where they start to “talk black” around black people. (I’ve done it! Why?!) It’s about microaggressions. It’s about the forced necessity of black resistance and the violence that can follow. It’s about buying and selling people.

And it’s fed to us through a vessel of a fun, scary, enjoyable horror film.

Confession: I don’t usually enjoy horror films. Yes, I’ve acted in several. Even starred in some. But I can’t watch my own films if they are scary. The images are too intense, I can’t sleep, I just can’t have fun watching them. Rare exceptions. This sucks, by the way, because there are SO MANY great scary movies out there!

I actually had a great time watching this. I was totally engrossed. I was being accosted by horrors, but I couldn’t peel my eyes from the screen. The terror was psychological, mostly. And I was keenly aware that it was real life for people. I was seeing my world through the eyes of a black man, and feeling the things he felt.

I repeat, friends: Holy. Shit.

This was eye-opening.

THAT BINGO SCENE THOUGH.

And the housekeeper. She scared the crap out of me!!!

I actually began crying with relief at one point. Tears just sprung out of my eyes, and I realized I hadn’t taken a breath in- I don’t know for sure, but it seemed like maybe 20 minutes. I can’t prove that…scientifically. Just trust me.

Oh, and it’s funny. It’s SO funny. And not cliche. And not what you expect. And exactly what you want.

And you can’t unsee it.

It’s a good thing I’m not a film reviewer because this would be a terrible review.

I haven’t been this moved by a film in a while. It’s a piece of me. It’s forced me to look at race in a real and present way that I don’t think I ever have before. It’s made me more aware of what I do and what I think. It spoke to me about what it means to be a white feminist liberal who doesn’t think she’s racist at all, yet in reality, pulls a lot of bullshit moves without realizing it. This movie has changed me forever, in a really, really good way, I hope.

I mean….what else can I say?

(THAT WOOD CHOPPING SCENE THOUGH!!!!) (RIGHT?!?!) (AND WHEN SHE WAKES UP IN THE CAR!?!?!) (REMEMBER THE GOLFER WHO WANTED TO SEE CHRIS’ FORM?!?!?!)

 

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