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February 24, 2017

Get Out

Pharrell, is that you?

Grade: B +
Director: Jordan Peele
Starring: Daniel Kaluuya, Allison Williams, Catherine Keener, Bradley Whitford, Caleb Landry Jones, Lil Rel Howery and Keith Stanfield
MPAA Rating: R
Running Time: 1 hr. 43 min.

During his stint on on the television show “MADtv,” Jordan Peele appeared in a recurring comedy sketch titled “Inside Looking Out,” playing a black man who sheds his cultural identity for the sake of his interracial marriage, all the while oblivious to his wife’s racially insensitive asides.

The dynamic of interracial relationships is the fulcrum of Get Out, Peele’s audacious directorial debut. Chris Washington (Daniel Kaluuya) is a young African-American dating college student Rose Armitage (Allison Williams), and they have reached the point where it’s time to visit her parents, who apparently don’t know Chris is black. After arriving at their bucolic homestead, Chris is unsettled by the odd behavior of not just Rose’s psychotherapist mom Missy (Catherine Keener) and neurosurgeon dad Dean (Bradley Whitford), but also their affluent friends and the hired help around the suburban estate, housekeeper Georgina (Betty Gabriel) and groundskeeper Walter (Marcus Henderson). At first, their reactions to Chris border on ubiquitous; it eventually shifts into something more stilted and spooky, particularly from the few other black denizens.

Beyond mere gore, two elements have long been at the heart of the horror film genre: humor (intentional and otherwise) and social commentary. Sometimes the laughs are coping mechanisms insulating the viewer from the bloody onscreen shocks. Some films, like Shaun of the Dead, are more comedies encased by the penumbra of horror tropes.

Peele (Key & Peele) says he drew tonal inspiration from films like The Stepford Wives and Rosemary’s Baby, which topically speak to women’s liberation and rights. Get Out is Peele’s racial analog, sort of a fear-filled update of Guess Who's Coming to Dinner. It should also be pointed out that Peele himself is married to a white woman, so the film’s autobiographical elements are both personal and generalized. Even Peele’s choice of setting is revealing: although the film is shot in Alabama, Peele sets the story in Upstate New York, removing any lazy stereotyping that some audiences would use to detach and absolve themselves from the searing social critiques.

The allegory seemingly dissipates during the film’s freaky final act, when Chris learns the truth behind the chicanery. In actuality, the racial subtexts only sharpen. What begins as a wry take on the clash of cultural assimilation morphs into a funhouse mirror reflection on cultural appropriation and even slavery.

Get Out is quite purposefully funny throughout, particularly Chris’ friend and TSA employee Rod Williams (Lil Rel Howery) expertly playing the Shakespearean fool. But it’s also deadly serious. Let’s be clear: Peele equates the black experience in America with a horror movie, whether it’s simply walking down the street in a white suburban neighborhood, or just the mere approach of a police car. Even the film's title carries a double meaning. It's the obvious exhortation by film audience's to the naive victim who always ventures into the dark basement, wanders into the foggy cemetery or decides check out the abandoned barn. But in our current political climate, it's also the rallying cry of a rising tide expressing what they'd like to see happen to society's "others."

If there’s a valid criticism, it’s that the film doesn’t have much to say on the topics it savagely skewers. But Peele does dare to skillfully skewer them, and in turn dares us to face them ourselves.

March 22, 2013

The Croods



Grade: B -
Director: Chris Sanders
Starrings the voices of: Nicolas Cage, Emma Stone, Ryan Reynolds, Catherine Keener, Clark Duke and Cloris Leachman
MPAA Rating: PG
Running Time: 1 hr. 32 min.

Until the launch of our universe, The Croods doesn’t start off with a big bang. Indeed, this Stone Age story about the titular Neanderthal family and their race to outrun encroaching continental drift doesn’t exactly ring animated kiddie fare (well, discounting for the fourth Ice Age installment). Indeed, the gestation period for this film project is was seems positively prehistoric. Originally announced in 2005 as a Aardman Animations stop motion flick, director Chris Sanders and DreamWorks took the reins in 2007 before Sanders left to helm How To Train Your Dragon.

After a few more delays, we finally see the Crood clan, headed by Grug (Nicolas Cage), an overprotective patriarch who abides by following the rules and eschews anything new. However, eldest daughter Eep (the aptly named Emma Stone) longs to explore the world beyond the refuge the family cave and a life of fear. Her outlook brightens when she meets Guy (Ryan Reynolds), a hunky, devil-may-care caveboy whose bigger brain allows him to discover fire and possess an inordinate aptitude about rising tectonic activity.

But before the ground cracks and the lava flows, Guy guides smitten Eep, skeptical Grug and the rest of the Croods—including matriarch Ugga (Catherine Keener) and granny Thunk (Cloris Leachman)—through a technicolor paradise far removed from their Stone Age hovel. It’s a land of beauty and danger, where both the birds and flowers can be carnivorous. The narrative is as meandering as the Croods’ trek, with the plot essentially being to outrun chaos across a landscape of incongruous flora and fauna.

The script’s acuity comes from the subtle way the evolution of Grug and family mirrors that of humankind, whether it’s just the necessity of inventing shoes or embracing our inherent thirst for knowledge and capacity for exploration. And its charm flows from uniformly solid voice work, particularly Reynolds, Leachman and sassy Stone. There’s a groan-worthy scene in which Grug tries to become an idea-filled intellectual by adopting the persona of a 1960s hippie (??). But even here, Cage gives the role his wacky all.

The Croods is a pleasant, if not particularly noteworthy film, and there’s some thought-provoking ideas at play. But, to paraphrase Cage in Raising Arizona, when it comes to animated entertainment in a prehistoric setting, “it ain’t Fred and Wilma.”