Showing posts with label Daniel Kaluuya. Show all posts
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Friday, September 16, 2022

Nope


Director: Jordan Peele
Starring: Daniel Kaluuya, Keke Palmer, Steven Yeun, Brandon Perea, Michael Wincott, Wrennn Schmidt, Keith David, Devon Graye, Jacob Kim, Terry Notary, Barbie Ferreira, Donna Mills, Osgood Perkins, Sofia Coto, Andrew Patrick Ralston, Jennifer Lafleur
Running Time: 130 min.
Rating: R 

**The following review contains major plot spoilers for 'Nope'**

★★★ ½ (out of ★★★★)  

With two successful big screen outings behind him, writer/director Jordan Peele takes his wildest, most ambitious swing yet with Nope, again daring audiences to look beneath the surface to extrapolate all of his film's possible meanings and intentions. Whether this results in Peele's most assured effort is another matter, as audiences pounded their heads against the wall trying to make sense out of what initially looked to be his most straightforward, mainstream project yet. But what apparently starts as a mysterious alien invasion story soon careens out of control in thrilling and maddening ways, creating a pull that's incredibly difficult to dismiss. 

Visually and thematically, Peele continues to prove he's a level above in displaying a mastery of Twilight Zone-inspired sci-fi moral and social commentary. The bigger question might revolve around how much viewers are willing to put up with to get answers and explanations that could justifiably lead to deeper inquiries at the end. He's definitely not spoon feeding anyone and you get the impression that if this was a little tighter and more accessible, it may not have been nearly as interesting.

Containing the most disturbingly brilliant scene Peele's delivered in his career, it's the rabbit symbolism from Us on overdrive, and even while the storyline completely reflects the movie's themes of greed, spectacle and exploitation, it's hard not to think that if the entire film was solely about this specific incident, no other picture this year could touch it. Then again, it is kind of just about that, as Peele mashes pop culture, biographical history and cinematic references together in divergent but related ways that create a one-of-a-kind experience.

Otis Haywood Sr. (Keith David) owns and operates Haywood's Hollywood Horses Ranch in Agua Dulce, California, training and handling horses for film and TV productions. But when he's killed by a nickel that inexplicably falls from the sky, son OJ (Daniel Kaluuya) and daughter Em (Keke Palmer) inherit the ranch, attempting to keep the business going. Agreeing on little, OJ's quietly dedicated to upholding his late father's legacy while the more outgoing Em seems more interested in chasing her big Hollywood break. That comes to a halt when an on set incident involving one of their horses, Lucky, leads to the Haywoods being fired from a commercial with renowned cinematographer Antlers Holst (Michael Wincott). 

With the ranch in financial peril, OJ sells some of his horses to former child star Ricky "Jupe" Park (Steven Yeun), who runs Jupiter's Claim, a Western theme park dedicated to exploiting a violent event that took place on the set of his 90's sitcom. While contemplating his interest in buying the ranch, the Haywoods discover what looks to be a UFO in the sky causing the horses to panic and suddenly vanish. Suspecting this object spitting debris could be tied to their father's death and chasing a payday, they enlist the help of Fry's Electronics store employee Angel (Brandon Perea) to visually document the evidence. Unfortunately, they're about to go head to head with a force they've greatly underestimated.

Opening with a thought-provoking bible quote about the spectacle of exploitative filth, we're given a brief flashback glimpse of a blood-soaked chimp before meeting the Haywood family. Whatever anyone's opinion of the eventual payoff, it's tough to recall a recent sci-fi film that establishes itself as quickly, introducing all the characters, setting off an inciting incident and laying all the groundwork for what evolves into a real head-scratching mystery. Add to that a Hollywood horse wrangler isn't exactly the kind of job we're used to seeing on screen and you have an intriguingly different hook right off the bat. So while trailers and commercials heavily hinted we'd be getting an alien invasion along the lines of M. Night Shyamalan's Signs (not a terribly far-off comparison), Peele's clearly planning something different. 

The flying saucer itself looks very much like every incarnation of a UFO we've seen in various media, with a key distinction being that the ship actually is the alien, a creature nicknamed "Jean Jacket" that devours anything or anyone that looks directly at it.  The opening chimp prologue and OJ and Em's speech to the TV commercial crew about their forgotten ancestor from motion pictures' earliest history plant the seeds for the film's most prominent running theme. And that becomes even clearer when the Haywoods visit Jupe's money-making shrine to the most tragic chapter of his child acting career.

There's a reason we get Jupe's take on this deadly chimpanzee attack that occurred on the set of his Full House-like sitcom, Gordy's Home!, before actually seeing it. His account has been filtered and warped through a combination of likely PTSD, media hype and a fundamental misunderstanding of what actually happened and why. Steven Yeun's only in a handful of scenes, but he's brilliant in them, with Jupe talking of the massacre without ever truly speaking on it, always deflecting to the public's morbid fascination with it. Rather than address the fear he felt while helplessly watching Gordy maul his TV family, he's more interested in telling the Haywoods about the SNL skit it inspired (clever mention of Chris Kattaan playing Gordy) or showing off the framed MAD Magazine spoof hanging in his museum office adorned with props from the series. 

When we're shown the attack, it exceeds all horrific expectations and provides even more disturbing context for Jupe's earlier comments. Ruth De Jong's production design ensures every detail in the scene looks and feels authentic enough to believe it's actually unfolding in front of our eyes. And if it feels like a true story, that's because it is. Or it's more than partially inspired by the fascinating case of an acting chimp named Travis (who appeared in several commercials and shows) who mauled his owner's friend and employee, Charla Nash in Stamford, Connecticut in 2009, leading to her requiring face transplant surgery. 

The Travis story might be one of the more overlooked, underreported news stories of the past couple of decades in terms of the legal and moral implications surrounding how we co-exist with and treat animals. There's so much to get into maybe it isn't surprising a feature film, series, or documentary hasn't tackled the event until now. Doing so without truly examining what it all means would seem exploitative, which is exactly the point Peele seems to be making. 

Much like Travis, Gordy was milked for profit in the entertainment industry with little thought given to his safety or those around him. In both instances, the result was a wildly unpredictable animal being placed in an environment he couldn't possibly handle, endangering everyone through no fault of his own.  It also calls back to the commercial scene with the Haywoods and Lucky in reminding us that an animal can snap at any time and how ignoring that possibility leads to disaster. It's the popping of a balloon sets Gordy off, but young Jupe (a great Jacob Kim) isn't spared during this rampage because of fate, luck or because he's some kind of chimp whisperer. There were concrete reasons, and it could have easily gone either way. 

What helps save Jupe's life is the impossibly placed shoe of his mauled co-star that causes his stare to divert from Gordy (a "bad miracle") and and their recognizably shared fist-bump from the show. But Jupe's inability to process this trauma leads to his hubris as an adult as he further exploits Gordy long after his death with this theme park attraction. And just to hammer that idea home, Jupe even invites his former TV sister, Mary Jo (Sophia Coto) to watch "The Star Lasso Experience" from the stands, sitting with a veil covering her disfigured face while wearing a pre-tragedy photo shirt of herself.

Given the opportunity to exploit another creature for profit in Jean Jacket, Jupe doesn't hesitate because he's got this, even as the UFO dines on horses at the Haywood ranch while setting its sights squarely on Jupiter's Claim. But this time Jupe's quest to stage a spectacle in the name of the almighty dollar backfires, as he and the spectators pay with their lives. What's great about Yeun's performance is how he plays the character without a shred of self-awareness, less as a money-grubbing carnival barker than that same scared kid hiding under the table attempting to still come to terms with the worst moment of his life. Only he can't since he was never shown how. He's just another casualty of the Hollywood machine, used up and spit out after his career reached its expiration date.

Part of OJ and Em's initial motivations for exposing Jean Jacket are monetary while cryptic, obsessive cinematographer Holst, with hand-cranked camera in hand, is lured by the temptation of capturing his own "impossible shot." Nearly all of this recalls the chimp incident, right down to an avoidance of eye contact and the creepily unwelcome media presence that descends upon the area sniffing a potential massacre. Kaluuya and a never better Palmer are great as bickering siblings, making OJ and Em complicated, but sympathetic characters whose actions very much need to be viewed through the lens of having to come to grips with an inexplicable loss and a now financially uncertain future. But they too poke the bear and find out. 

Brandon Perea's Angel is the simplest of the lead trio, but also the least tainted, as he has little on his agenda other than having fun and confirming his own wacky theories, which strangely works. Peele subverts expectations by having him become about ten times more involved than his comedic introduction would indicate. Perea's geeky oddball invisibly grow on you and once the final act arrived, we're just as invested in his fate as that of the Haywoods. 

Separated into five chapters, Peele builds the entire plot is on a foundation of thematic subtext and bread crumbs that require a lot of lifting from its audience. And when talking spectacle, the ending definitely is one, a Spielbergian throwback that could count Close Encounters and Jaws as obvious influences. Comparisons to the latter are especially apt, with a neat reversal that sees the threat coming from above rather than below. Nope earns its spot on a triple feature bill with Get Out and Us, even as many would argue it's the sloppiest of the three. But yet that somehow helps in making it the most fun, and ripe for endless analysis. 

Peele's perceived role as director, social commentator and pop culture purveyor casts a shadow that really looms large here, more for better than worse. It's kind of remarkable what he does with material that could have easily been a standard genre exercise, even when overstuffed with enough metaphors and symbolism to fill a cinematic syllabus. Worthy of repeated viewings and ongoing theories, Nope isn't easy to forget, ensuring it'll probably be argued about for a while to come.                               

Monday, April 26, 2021

Burning Questions From The 2021 Oscars

 

With viewers more unfamiliar than ever with the nominated films this year, isn't it strange they didn't open with a big montage?

Isn't this whole setup unusual, even considering?

Doesn't the old school dinner table layout look like something out of footage from 1950's Oscar telcasts?

Wasn't Regina King asked to handle a lot for someone who wasn't officially the "host?"  

Content aside, didn't she do pretty well? 

After the cool visual of her walking through Union Station with the Oscar, didn't everything just start going downhill?

Did any chance of the show providing an "escape" pretty much go out the window within the first few minutes?

Was reading those andecdotes for the nominees probably a better idea on paper than in execution?

Weren't they kind of long-winded?

Was this their big plan to make the show more exciting?

Were you worried they'd just continue this all night without showing any clips of the nominated films? 

When The Father won for screenplay, was I thinking it's too early to miss a big one like that already? 

Can anyone really argue with that winning? 

Did Laura Dern steal Bjork's Oscar dress?

Where can I get one of those Oscar lamps on everyone's tables?

When Laura Dern very sincerely started talking directly to the supporting nominees, did you wish they'd go back to reading those andecdotes? 

Did Daniel Kaluuya take full advantage of the fact there was seemingly no time limit put on the speeches or live orchestra to play him off? 

Have we lost faith that Steven Spielberg can direct something of supreme importance again?

Having your doubts West Side Story is that movie? 

They're doing Best Director NOW? 

Is Zhao's victory a spoiler warning for Best Picture?

Is shaking up the order of major awards the only noteworthy thing they've done with this show?

Did they just play "Live and Let Die" right after Zhao's emotional speech about her childhood? 

How can they show no clips of the nominated performances or films?  

Didn't it feel good not have multiple sound categories screwing up your scorecard?

Did you hear the announcer brag about the show "running on time?"

Is she counting her chickens before they hatch? 

Can we get an update on that in about an hour?

Were you thinking "Finally!" when they actually showed clips of the animated films? 

Is this the first time I've gotten both Animated and Live-Action Short?

Did it all go out the window with Documentary Short?

Didn't My Octopus Teacher director Pippa Ehrlich completely win the night with her speech?

Didn't Tenet deserve more love at the Oscars? 

Don't you immediately think "Marilyn Monroe" when talking about Maria Bakalova in Borat

Am I the only one who still feels bad for Amanda Seyfried? 

Didn't that woman giving the death stare to the camera look thrilled to be nominated for Tenet?

How can you not smile at The Father production designer's career inspiration starting with One Eyed Willy's ship in The Goonies

Shouldn't I have known that black and white usually equals a Best Cinematography win? 

Then again, isn't it ironic Mank's Eric Messerschmidt won the cinematography statue Gregg Toland didn't for Citizen Kane?  

Is 80 years the longest the Academy's ever waited to make up for an Oscar loss?

Wasn't Harrison Ford reading the Blade Runner notes a pretty good bit?

At least by this show's standards? 

Am I imagining this or didn't Tyler Perry win a similar award already a few months back? Or was it a year? The whole thing's a blur. 

Seemingly overnight, has Zendaya become the most famous, recognizable actress?

So I'm guessing we won't be getting performances of the Original Song nominees this year? 

Did anyone call "Fight For You" winning that category? 

Did Andra Day's reaction to Purple Rain's lack of a Best Song nomination sum up everyone's thoughts on the Oscars? 

What did we just see with Glenn Close?

Can we really say the censors at ABC were working overtime when both bits were entirely scripted? 

Were they zooming through the In Memoriam segment this year or what?

Um, Jessica Walter? 

You don't hear the announcer bragging about making such great time anymore, do you? 

Best Picture...NOW?!

Did this placement basically just give away what category they're closing with? 

Did Frances McDormand just howl like a wolf? 

If Netflix can't win Best Picture in a pandemic year, will they ever?

Should we be glad Zhao's holding on to the Best Picture Oscar since Frances McDormand has a penchant for misplacing them?

Did I speak too early?

Does McDormand winning (again) prove right everyone's theory that the "Academy does what the Academy does?"

Were you worried what that meant for Boseman? 

Have they ever finished an Oscar show with the winner(s) being completely absent?

No pre-recorded message or anything?

How foolish were they for putting Best Actor on last?

Didn't a really big assumption accompany that decision?

Is that a mistake they won't be making again anytime soon?

While it couldn't have been handled any worse, can anyone really say Boseman was robbed when Hopkins, one of our greatest actors, won for the best performance of his career?

At 83 years-old, can anyone blame Hopkins for not taking the trip out there for this show?

After actually watching it, will he be even more relieved he didn't go? 

Has there ever been a more shocking outcome in the two lead acting categories?

Or such a flat non-ending to the telecast?

Were you thinking that at least the whole Moonlight/La La Land fiasco was entertaining? 

Does this whole debacle make as good a case as any to give the producers a heads up on who's winning? 

Do they need to be introduced to the concept of video packages in between segments?

Maybe having hosts isn't such a terrible idea after all? 

Are Anne Hathaway and James Franco still available? 

Does the "worst Oscars ever" complaining contingent actually have a good case for once? 

Doesn't it seem like they just completely threw the towel in on this year's telecast?

While simultaneously trying entirely too hard? 

Well, at least they made good time, right?

Is there a good chance that none of the major four networks will carry the show next year?

Would that be such a bad thing?

Thursday, April 1, 2021

Judas and the Black Messiah

Director: Shaka King
Starring: Lakeith Stanfield, Daniel Kaluuya, Jesse Plemons, Dominique Fishback, Ashton Sanders, Algee Smith, Darrell Britt-Gibson, Lil Rel Howery, Dominique Thorne, Martin Sheen, Amari Cheatom
Running Time: 126 min.
Rating: R 

★★★ ½ (out of ★★★★)

During Shaka King's otherwise tremendous Judas and the Black Messiah, I couldn't help but roll my eyes in its opening minutes when Martin Sheen becomes the latest victim of the J. Edgar Hoover curse, stipulating that any actor portraying the former FBI director on film over the past thirty years must wear embarrassing prosthetics that severely alter their appearance for no particular reason. This despite the fact that the real man was relatively nondescript looking and few seem to really know or care anyway. He has to be the most unsuccessfully essayed figure in modern biographical movies in that the more we see of him, the less we learn or care. 

Fake nose and all, it's to Sheen's credit he survives this brief scene and is actually quite good in a more impactful one later. So while my petition demanding J. Edgar no longer appear in any 60's set period projects is pending, his presence is only a minor distraction here, serving once again as a gateway to far more intriguing figures. One of them, the "Messiah" of the film's title, is the chairman of the Chicago chapter of the Black Panthers, Fred Hampton (Daniel Kaluuya), whom Hoover spends his limited screen time galvanizing the bureau to take down. 

While Hampton was memorably depicted in another of the year's Best Picture nominees, The Trial of the Chicago 7, this provides a much deeper dive into what he stood for and exactly how his life was tragically cut short. And yet still the film isn't entirely"about" him, but rather the collision course he's unknowlingly on with petty criminal turned FBI informant William O' Neal (Lakeith Stanfield), whose infamous interview from PBS' 1989 documentary, Eyes on the Prize II also serve as the story's bookends. He'd end up taking his own life after it aired, and watching King's dramatization of events, it isn't hard to see how these events gutted him inside in the decades since. 

It's the late '60's when 17-year-old Bill O'Neal is arrested in Chicago after attempting to steal a vehicle while posing as a federal officer. At the station he's approached with a deal from FBI Special Agent Roy Mitchell (Jesse Plemons), who offers to drop all charges if he agrees to go undercover and infiltrate the Illinois chapter of the Black Panther Party led by Fred Hampton. Quickly snuffing out that O' Neal appears to show little interest in politics or social justice, Mitchell's convinced he's found his informant, and one capable of divorcing himself from the emotions that would potentially compromise such a sting. 

With Hampton's influence growing as he forms alliances with gangs and various militia groups, the Panthers also establish community outreach programs for education and child care. But viewed by the FBI on the heels of Martin Luther King's assassination as a groundswell civil rights movement as violent and dangerous as the Klu Klux Klan, Hampton becomes the bureau and Mitchell's main target. Believably slipping into the role of a full-fledged Panther, O'Neal slowly gains Hampton's trust, collecting intel for Mitchell that could lead to far worse ramifications for the revolutionary than he ever anticipated. But that's assuming Hampton doesn't discover his identity first.

The events leading up to Hampton's death and circumstances surrounding his life have never been this thoroughly covered in cinematic form so it's easy to understand the temptation to label it as the first Hampton biopic. But even in covering such essential ground, it's more about O'Neal's betrayal, which link the two men in history and will undoubtedly draw comparisons to certain elements of Spike Lee's BlacKkKlansman in terms of plot. But there's really no relation considering the stark differences between the two groups and the sense of tension and immediacy surrounding O'Neal's even deeper infiltration and how seamlessly embedded into the Black Panthers' culture he became. When he's in, he's all the way in, and despite his believability, there's hardly a moment where you're not thinking he'll be found out, regardless of anyone's familiarity with what actually occurred. 

Stanfield's giving a tricky dual performance, simultaneously playing this cornered criminal who's at least partially manipulated into doing the FBI's dirty work. Once inside, he has to be someone else entirely, legitimately fighting for a cause greater than himself and the actor subtly implies enough doubt that O'Neal's performance within a performance is starting to become the real thing as his allegiance develops. A self-professed blank slate going in, it was always going to be a tall order for him to not pick a side or have his moral compass broken with this much on the line. 

While the methods Agent Mitchell uses to convince O'Neal that he's protecting the sanctity of the country seem to justify Hampton's entire cause, Plemons performance grows colder and less sympathetic along the way, which is a good choice. Mitchell isn't O'Neil's friend and never will be, no matter how many times he invites him to his house or a posh restaurant. Mitchell's using O'Neal while the small-time crook sees dollar signs in his arrangement with Mitchell and a shot at a new start. Instead, he's in constant fear of being uncovered and killed, as his manufactured loyalty to the Panthers has him doubting how he somehow ended up on the wrong team. 

Kaluuya gives off more than enough electricity as Hampton to let us see how he's able to wrangle such a devoted group of followers and why the Panthers attracted so much attention from law enforcement. Just as strong is a quietly captivating Dominique Fishback as Hampton's girlfriend, Deborah Johnson (for whom the actress is an uncanny lookalike), with their relationship providing many of the film's most poignant scenes, albeit ones tinged with a sense of impending doom that comes to fruition with his eventual death. It's also an event O'Neal has a far greater hand in than expected for those unfamilar with the exact history. To call him an active participant wouldn't be far off base, nor would labeling him a full-blown accessory to murder.

We do get an epilogue that seems to go on longer than usual under these circumstances, with title cards and actual footage, making you wonder if this ending is starting to become a prerequisite for any material based on a true story. Aside from the PBS clips of O'Neal, it may have been more powerful for King to just end it and let the enormity of what we've watched sink in. It's not a big debit, but sometimes the story has to stand for itself, and if you've succeeded, viewers won't be able to run fast enough to any available resource to explore the background.

More than anything else, Judas and the Black Messiah becomes about balancing the perspectives and movitations of its two main characters. Faced with what must have seemed like an agonizing choice, O'Neal made the wrong one, and many suffered from it. He also had Mitchell superficially propping him up and drawing false equivalencies to get what he wanted out of him. Whether O' Neal "sold out" or was taken advantage of, the end result's unchanged. And eventually upon realizing he couldn't live with himself, he administered the harshest form of self-justice. Ultimately, hate still lives to see another day and a more than a few decades, while senselessly adding these two casualties in the process.    

Sunday, June 25, 2017

Get Out



Director: Jordan Peele
Starring: Daniel Kaluuya, Allison Williams, Bradley Whitford, Catherine Keener, Caleb Landry Jones, Lil Rel Howery, Betty Gabriel, Marcus Henderson, LaKeith Stanfield, Stephen Root
Running Time: 103 min.
Rating: R

★★★ ½ (out of ★★★★)

The scariest, most frighteningly realistic part of Jordan Peele's Get Out comes early, uncomfortably zeroing in on certain stupid things that certain white people say to black people in conversations to "prove" they're not racist. With every little action and comment you squirm since their obliviousness knows no bounds, terminally unaware of how ridiculous and ignorant they sound. Some of them are probably your friends, co-workers, teachers, neighbors or family members. And on occasion, I'm willing to bet those offenders have even included you and I. It would probably be insulting to suggest that the first sixty minutes of this horror thriller places anyone in the shoes of a black man being judged by the friends and family of his white girlfriend, but it does sure give us an eye-opening idea of what he'd have to put up with. That so much of this is subtle, even subliminal, to someone not consciously looking, is possibly its most unsettling aspect.

While making no mistake about the fact that Get Out is first and foremost a damning social commentary on racial tensions in America, what's been somewhat lost in the conversation is how slyly and expertly the comedian Peele (making his directorial debut) plays that hand. That is until he doesn't have to anymore, and audiences' worst fears, heavily hinted at from the very first frame, eventually come to fruition. Even with plenty of clues where this is going, it's still kind of jaw-dropping just how far Peele's willing to take this, to the point that you wonder how a project this socially, racially and politically charged even got the go-ahead.  You could quibble about where the plot eventually ends up, but good luck finding fault in how it arrives there, building genuine terror and suspense the entire way through. "Originality" isn't a word thrown around too often these days and while there are a few familiar genre elements at play, that definitely applies here.

When black photographer Chris Washington (Daniel Kaluuya) takes a trip with his white girlfriend, Rose Armitage (Allison Williams) to meet her parents for the first time, she confides in him that she hasn't revealed to them his race and doubts it will be an issue. Described by Rose as open and accepting people, neurosurgeon Dean (Bradley Whitford) and psychiatrist Missy (Catherine Keener) warmly welcome Chris into their home and, almost right off the bat, something seems off. Whether it be Dean's overly enthusiastic boasting of having wanted Obama elected to a third term, his defensive explanation of why all the hired help is black, or Missy's insistence on hypnotizing Chris, it appears any concerns of not fitting in might be the least of his problems.

It only gets stranger from there, with an uncomfortable encounter with Rose's drunk, unstable brother, Jeremy (Caleb Landry Jones), offensive interrogations from party guests, and the black live-in housekeeper Georgina (a brilliantly creepy Betty Gabriel) and groundskeeper Walter (Marcus Henderson) behaving like zombies. Confiding his suspicions by phone to best friend and TSA agent, Rod (Lil Rel Howery), Chris realizes he's walked into something very bad, and while he wants to stay to support Rose, common sense tells him he can't get out soon enough, as what starts as Guess Who's Coming to Dinner? very quickly devolves into Guess Who's Coming to Hell?

It may not be completely apparent until the final credits just how carefully the story is set up, playing on real-life anxieties and prejudices to draw the viewer in, as for much of its running length, the people and situations Chris encounters at the Armitage house are not only steeped heavily in realism, but painfully uncomfortable to watch. It's a key component that all these interactions, as disturbingly strange as they are, aren't so outright hostile that even he initially chalks it up to paranoia or nerves. It's easy to imagine an alternate director's cut of all these scenes that heavily emphasize that since Peele's ability to let audience's see through the protagonist's eyes at the true extent of this ignorant behavior is one of his script's greatest strengths. It's at work through every interaction at that house, whether it be a houseguest trying to chat Chris up about Tiger Woods or Rose's brother's obsession with his athletic abilities, even challenging him to a fight in one of many cringe-worthy dinner table moments.

Through much of this, Chris is about as good and patient a sport as anyone could be under some pretty degrading circumstances, and little known English actor Daniel Kaluuya skillfully walks a really tight rope, trying to remain calm in the midst of deplorable treatment masking itself as mildly disingenuous hospitality. It slowly gets to him, attempting to put on a solid front for Rose, played by Allison Williams as essentially the ideal girlfriend, even as the relationship eventually carries with it this unspoken racist implication that he'd be an idiot to screw it up, almost as if he should consider himself "'lucky" to land someone like her. In other words, don't rock the boat because you're the one being judged. All these racial overtones and undertones just keep building, boiling to the surface when the narrative bomb is dropped and a full-blown, insane explanation is given for what we've been seeing.

By the time Peele shows his cards and it's clear what's happening (the details of which land somewhere between A Clockwork Orange, The Stepford Wives and Soylent Green), a shift has to come, and how well he pulls off this transition is what will make or break the movie for many. Mostly, it's a seamless one due to the fact that we've been pulling so hard for this protagonist since he walked into an already awkward situation with the best of intentions, realizing it's now a fight for  survival. And once it is, you'll again be scratching your head at how this was even made to begin with, and yet somehow Peele pulls it off, juggling sci-fi, horror, comedy and socially conscious drama as deftly as possible considering the unexplored thematic terrain.

Given how many different things are attempted, this all remains fairly consistent right up until and including the final scene, which frightens in much the same way the rest of the film does, just in a more literal context. It cleverly reminds us, in even the most extreme situations, how justified the protagonist's fear is, and how stagnantly ingrained society's view of him is. By masquerading as a horror film, before fully evolving into one, it's able to explore and tackle timely issues that could otherwise play as as a preachy sermon under more traditional circumstances. Instead, we get something that pushes the envelope just far enough to leave a lasting imprint. How much of one will have to bare itself out in subsequent viewings, which is something Get Out proves more than worthy of.