On Jordan Peele’s wonderful mix of social-commentary, side-splitting humour & madcap thrills.
“Man, I told you not to go in that house.”
Less of a film, more of a wonderfully entertaining communal experience. Light on plot, heavy on subtext – it’s smart, clinical horror with an even smarter undercurrent of pertinent social commentary. Those final moments say so much about the state of police/minority relations. And yet, somehow Jordan Peele’s also made a genuine crowd-pleaser out of what should feel like a much darker tale – masterfully balancing sharp (often side-splitting) humour with madcap thrills. Daniel Kaluuya & Allison Williams ooze chemistry. LaKeith Stanfield does so much with so little screentime. LilRel Howery is all of our incredulity personified – just much funnier.
And holy cow, people are loving it. We had to navigate our way through no less than 3 sold-out screenings to see this – but when we finally got lucky, we knew we’d struck gold. 150 people of various ethnic and social backgrounds came together in a slightly stuffy, packed movie theatre to yell, woop and roar for 105 minutes. People laughed. People screamed. People laughed at the people who screamed. It was unlike anything I’d seen before – especially from notoriously dull British audiences. In an era defined by racial divide and hostility, I’ve never seen a single movie bring so many people together.
[spoiler alert] I don’t know if cheering and applauding the death of evil white people is going to be a thing now in movie theatres, but I’m here for it.