How many movies does a new film have to remind you of, until it transcends being an ‘homage’ and becomes something original in its own right? This was a question that went through my mind a lot during Get Out, probably due to the fact that it touches on a lot of classic horror genre traits but mixes them together in a way that might surprise you.
The other thing about Get Out is that due to the input of Jordan Peele, you might be expecting a joking film (eg Keanu) or even worse a Wayans’ style dig in the ribs of all your favourite flicks. Luckily it is neither of these, Peele plays it straight throughout and when things take a turn for the worse, you will feel his trepidation and horror.
It’s tough talking about Get Out, without giving too much away, its strength lies in taking you on the journey as Peele visits his girlfriend’s upper class family who seem to take to him instantly, but the coloured groundskeeper and cook start to give him the heebyjeebies. Soon we are on a rollercoaster ride that morphs Village Of The Damned, Society, The Purge and The Stepford Wives with a few tradition Blumhouse style jump cuts, but the horrors here lean less to the occult and more to the state of modern society than the studio’s recent hits.
Watching Get Out a year ago, it may have seemed far fetched but now as we watch the Ginger Cheshire Cat nodding from the White House, this seems more like a warning to all of us to stay alert long after you leave the theater.