By Aranyak Goswami (Kolkata)
A Forceful Punch to Our Faces
In the current world of intellectual and cultural achievements we as civilized people have almost come to the belief that racial discrimination has somehow ended in the world and even if it exists it is restricted to geographies around the world where education has not permeated in all corners or there is a huge economic difference between a feudalistic ruler and those who are under the shackles of his domination.
However the understanding on a large number of issues such as global poverty, capitalist imperialism we the so called educated faction of the society are miserably wrong. In the most powerful continent in the world North America the discrimination between the black and white people in every walk of life is still monumental.
Gone are the days when hate words are uttered on the streets and white landlords are seen to spank the black servants in their homes or black people could not travel in the same compartment as the white. Racial discrimination these days have become subtle in the civilised society. The polish inherent in people residing in developed nation has covered the malignancy of hate, exploitation and abuse that larks deep within.
The film Get Out brings this hidden disease located in the deep recesses of human minds into life in an unprecedented fearless unapologetic manner. Director Jordan Peel takes a complicated issue wrapped in the guise of a horror film and almost slaps the white society who feels progressive and pompous in championing black causes as a measure of cultural and intellectual superiority and in the process harms the cause even more than benefitting it.
In the world of creative excellence and artistry in movie making horror films are given the least precedence. Get Out starts as a horror film in the most non horror ways yet it strikes audience as a genuine spine chillier since what provoke fright in the film is not some gory special effects but the monstrosity, evilness of intentions and ghastly portrayals of the principal characters. True horror is not always perceived in actions but often in hidden motives of the most aristocrat or the erudite social butterfly crossing every limit of terror and menace.
The gutsy director peels out these layers and brings the fractured, distorted, horrific glimpses of the so called educated, elite chauvinists under broad day light.
A lot of reviews have already been written dissecting how brilliant the performances have been by the principal actors Daniel Kaluuya, Allison Williams, Catherine Keener or Bradley Whitford or how taut, realistic and original the screenplay is but what I think will make this film stand the test of time is the burning reality of the oppressed, the subjugated, the cast aside in a sensitive yet raucous unforgiving manner.
Even if we put all the cinematic nuances amply displayed by the director and his allies in cinematography, acting and music aside the novelty of the story of implanting white brains into black bodies symbolizing an even more brutal horrendous way of black subservience is a master piece in its own right.
Note – I have been more compelled by the sheer strength of the story over all cinematic exquisiteness evident in the movie. Hence it deserves all my kudos.
Rose Armitage: Have you got your toothbrush?
Chris Washington: Check.
Rose Armitage: Do you have your computer?
Chris Washington: Check.
Rose Armitage: Do you have your cozy clothes?
Chris Washington: About that.
Rose Armitage: What?
Chris Washington: Do they know I’m black?
Rose Armitage: Should they?
Chris Washington: You might want to, you know.
Rose Armitage: [jokingly] “Mom and dad, my black boyfriend will be coming up this weekend. I just don’t want you to be shocked that he’s a black man.”
Rod Williams: [on the phone] I ain’t never seen you like this before, bro. Meeting families and taking a road trip, don’t come back up all bougie, man, come back and got your damn pants up to your damn stomach.
[as Chris and Rose laugh at his comments suddenly a deer flies into their windscreen]
Officer Ryan: So are you guys coming up from the city?
Rose Armitage: Yeah, we’re just heading up for the weekend.
Officer Ryan: [to Chris] Can I see your license please?
Rose Armitage: He wasn’t driving.
Officer Ryan: I didn’t ask who was driving, I asked to see his ID.
Dean Armitage: [to Chris] Call me Dean. I’m going to hug you, my man.
Dean Armitage: So how long has this been going on, this, this thing?
[Chris chuckles awkwardly]
Dean Armitage: [referring to the young African American couple] We hired Georgina and Walter to help care for my parents. When they died I couldn’t bear to let them go.
Missy Armitage: Do you smoke in front of my daughter?
Chris Washington: I’m going to quit.
Dean Armitage: [referring to Chris’s smoking habit] She can take care of that for you.
Chris Washington: How?
Dean Armitage: Hypnosis.
Chris Washington: I’m good actually.
Chris Washington: If there’s too many white people I get nervous.
Georgina: [starts to laugh] No. No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Rose Armitage: [referring to meeting the rest of her family] Are you ready for this?
Chris Washington: I’m backing Pete.
Rod Williams: [on the phone] So look, I go do my research, apparently a whole bunch of brothers have been missing this summer.
Chris Washington: But it’s cool.
Rod Williams: How are you not scared of them, man?
Chris Washington: It’s good to see another brother of mine here.
Andrew Logan King: [gives Chris a blank stare] Chris was just telling me how he felt much more comfortable with my being here. Get out.
Chris Washington: Sorry, man.
Andrew Logan King: Get out!
Chris Washington: Yoh!
[he suddenly lunges at Chris and grabs him]
Chris Washington: Rose, we got to go.
Rose Armitage: Is everything okay?
Chris Washington: Rose, the keys. Just give me the keys!
Rose Armitage: I don’t know where they are.
Chris Washington: Rose!
[Chris suddenly gets attacked]
Missy Armitage: Sink into the floor.
Chris Washington: [tears run down his face] Wait, wait, wait, what…
Missy Armitage: Sink!
[Chris suddenly sinks into the floor and into another room]
Man’s Voice: The mind is a terrible thing to waste. A terrible thing to waste.
Rod Williams: I mean, I told you not to go in that house. I mean…
Chris Washington: How did you find me?
Rod Williams: I’m TS m**herf***ing-A. We handle s**t. That’s what we do. Consider this situation f***ing handled.
Kam Sham says
Get out … Kam’s film review
Get out & watch this film if you can! Mind the pun but this is a cross between a black comedy & horror movie. It works well as the two are intwined & compliment each other in a weird way that somehow works.
Chris a young confident good looking black guy has a caucasian girlfriend & they set off to see her affluent parents in the countryside.
There unfolds a story never before told as the bold direction exposes a few sinister characters.
I won’t spoil the coil of a well oiled movie but here’s a poetic summary…
The entrapment leads to love, sex & deceit, from it Chris cannot easily retreat!
His suspicions grow as somethings aren’t what they seem. He’s close to falling apart at the seams but somehow his intellectual beam steers him
away from his demise! He risks life & limb to slowly untangle the brutal truth. The exposure of none disclosure almost leads to a bad closure for our hero.
There is …
Satire & bad attire
Twist & turns
Spikes of Humour
Building up to a Crescendo
But you judge as I don’t want to smudge your view.
I enjoyed the directional deploy of this well knitted movie as I thought it was groovy.
Kam Copyifulike 2018