A scorching horror social allegory, Get Out is Jordan Peele combining his comedy roots and horror passion in a highly entertaining, dread-filled skin-crawler. A film that asks for and deserves multiple viewings, Get Out will have u screaming 'Get Out!' at the screen in a strangely meta kind of way.
Before going to visit Rose's (Allison Williams) parents' house, Chris is uncomfortable in his own skin. While she does reassure him, a journey with an unfortunate accident sets the tone; something is off. Arriving at the house, while everything appears to be dandy at the surface level, there is a real sense of something brewing. The house feels like a mighty cauldron with a great flame underneath. It's just that nothing has started to boil yet.
It must be said some of the scares don't pay off. Not every jumpscare or tense moments builds, some fizzle out. Walter running, for example, didn't do much for me. But who cares because you quickly are drawn back into this hyperbolic world. Peele spends the first twenty minutes of the film grounding it in reality. Rose and Chris' relationship feels very natural, helped by the wonderfully funny Rod (LilRel Howery) so when we are plunged into the Armitage household it doesn't feel too jarring and we can slowly accept what is happening. Which is a feat of mastery. Because this film is insane. Absolutely insane.
But, what it's allegorizing is equally mental. Nothing hurts as much in the film as when the police sirens sound and blue and red flash on the bloody face of Chris. The bloody, innocent face of Chris. Here, your heart melts and, while Jordan provides a lighter ending, the alternate ending, and further reality, remind us that this is not how it ends for African Americans in our world.
