Until its “ah-ha” moment at the end, Jordan Peele’s Get Out was a unique blend of almost satire, almost horror, and almost political statement. Staying at almost would have kept it above standard, but there’s no denying the ending was a predictable horror cliche, keeping me from giving it anything above 3 stars.
Now, Jordan Peele intends on going all out on the horror genre but ends up giving us a hip M. Night Shyamalan/make-up-the-rules-as-we-go affair. It’s insulting to the viewer as Peele unfolds his unique exposition and then throws in a random, metaphorical interpretation to an ending that prompted groans in the theatre.
I was reminded of The Village when every absurdity that happened five minutes ago had to be explained through another absurdity, and then when there was really nowhere else to go with the writer/director’s own cinematic logic, the viewer just goes home, and the writer/director says, “You didn’t get my movie.”
In fact, the more that I try to buy into Peele’s premise that his antagonists are also “human,” the more loopholes and miscalculations I come up with, and that’s all I can say to avoid spoilers.
Lupita Nyong’o is still fascinating, and Peele’s camera work is stunning, keeping this at a solid 2 stars for me. (At least I wasn’t snoring like my neighbor.)