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I’m not racist, I have black friends: The Movie, but it may as well be. The film sees photographer Chris (Daniel Kaluuya) visiting the affluent family of his girlfriend, Rose (Allison Williams), unsure as to how they’ll react to the news that he is, in fact, black. Against the urging of his best friend, Rod (LilRel Howery, who delivers a landslide of the film’s comedic joys), Chris puts on a brave face and makes the trip. Upon arrival, the cringeworthy greeting from Rose’s parents (Bradley Whitford and Catherine Keener) establishes an atmosphere of awkwardness that could so easily be dismissed as over-friendliness, but amounts to something far more sinister. Jordan Peele’s directorial debut isn’t titled, but it may as well be. The film sees photographer Chris (Daniel Kaluuya) visiting the affluent family of his girlfriend, Rose (Allison Williams), unsure as to how they’ll react to the news that he is, in fact, black. Against the urging of his best friend, Rod (LilRel Howery, who delivers a landslide of the film’s comedic joys), Chris puts on a brave face and makes the trip. Upon arrival, the cringeworthy greeting from Rose’s parents (Bradley Whitford and Catherine Keener) establishes an atmosphere of awkwardness that could so easily be dismissed as over-friendliness, but amounts to something far more sinister.





it better?” one of the women asks, slipping Rose a knowing look, while a genial uncle declares “Fair skin is out – black is back in fashion!” From the instant we’re introduced to the Armitage household, with its two black servants and immaculate displays of courtesy, Peele slashes the veneer to allow scalding satire to bleed through. There are comments on cultural appropriation (Roses’s father, Dean, proudly shows off his myriad of multicultural objects that now amount to little more than mantelpiece trinkets), the usually glossed -over smugness of liberal racism (Dean’s over-emphatic oath that he would have voted for Obama for a third term, given the chance) and the fetishising of black bodies. Rose’s extended family gawk at, poke and fawn over Chris’ physical form. “Isbetter?” one of the women asks, slipping Rose a knowing look, while a genial uncle declares “Fair skin is out – black is back in fashion!”





loved” Get Out. Even at the most jaw-dropping, unutterable moment of discriminatory revelation, Stephen Root’s blind art dealer decries any inherent racism, before immediately explaining his motivation in a way that can only label him so. No, these aren’t your usual cackling, toothless hicks who readily admit to their backward views with glee; wine takes the place of moonshine, slack-jawed grimaces swapped for painted smiles. In fact, they’d probably rush to tell you how much they “simplyEven at the most jaw-dropping, unutterable moment of discriminatory revelation, Stephen Root’s blind art dealer decries any inherent racism, before immediately explaining his motivation in a way that can only label him so.





Invasion of the Body Snatchers for more than cheap nods to horror nerds? There are contemporary comparisons to make, too: an early scene projects the suffocating depths of Under the Skin through the most famous visual cue from Trainspotting. Oh, and it’s got actual cinematography, not just a greyscale frame left empty in preparation for jump scares! I’m hesitant to co-opt a review about a film primarily concerned with racism and cultural satire to gush about its genre trappings, but considering the rut that studio horror has dropped into recently, we’d best appreciate what Peele has gifted us here. When was the last time a multiplex horror drew on something likefor more than cheap nods to horror nerds? There are contemporary comparisons to make, too: an early scene projects the suffocating depths ofthrough the most famous visual cue from. Oh, and it’s got actual cinematography, not just a greyscale frame left empty in preparation for jump scares!



