Get Out is a taut psychological horror film from the mind of a man predominately known for sketch comedy. Writer/director Jordan Peele calls his movie a “social thriller.” The premise of the film is ultimately absurd, but it works as both subversive comedy camp and a seriously frightening experience because of how well it was written and made.
All credit goes to Peele. If he is the second-coming of Rod Serling, as he is being hailed, he will work as a director for as long as he wants. It’ll be exciting to see what he does with a bigger budget and more locales.
The film stars Allison Williams, Bradley Whitford, Catherine Keener, and, in the lead, Daniel Kaluuya. Everybody does stellar work. The supporting cast does special things with their peculiar roles that do not make sense until the twist is revealed. However, the best thing about Get Out is that there is not a Shyamalan-esque twist. Everything develops in a straightforward way which only plays to the audience’s expectations—using both race and horror movie tropes. The double-entendre of the title is a take on this as well. LilRel Howery as the audience surrogate and comic relief really solidifies the movie’s earned potential in the third act. It could have really fallen apart, if not for the comedy splattered against the backdrop of seriousness and horror.
Watching Get Out in a crowded theater in a—let’s say—“metropolitan” area made it one of the more enjoyable movie-going experiences I’ve had. If you want to see this movie, don’t wait. It is better consumed with the masses.