You're gonna have to give me a minute. Or an hour. Or really, a few days. I need to digest what I've seen tonight. I'm probably the last person in my peer group to have watched the recent movie Get Out. I knew it was going to be good even before it was nominated for Academy Awards. I'd read the buzz about it for months before then. When I finally got HBO last year, I did record it right away. And there it sat, in my DVR queue, for months and months, waiting for me to get around to it. I don't know why I hesitated. Tonight, I think I understand what I needed: for it to be a group event.
We got a text from our neighbor early this afternoon, asking us to come over for a movie night. We were given the option of selecting the feature. We have a large collection of movies that we are always telling our friends they must see (and after seeing all of the 80s movie references in Ready Player One yesterday, we are even more convinced that these are required viewing). But I didn't go downstairs to pick a disc to play. Instead, I suggested Get Out, that everyone had seen except me (the Mr had seen the last 1/3 of it, unfortunately, so he had spoilers). I managed not to pay attention when people talked about plot points. I was distracted by my tablet when the biggest spoiler was spoken in the group (which included most of our D&D group by then). I was able to watch without having any idea what was going to happen next.
It got tense a bit at the end, and watching in a group allowed me to speak out loud and be answered when it got to be too much. If I needed to say, "Whoa, that was messed up," there were a chorus of voices to agree with me. It helped. I'm not going to give away any details, spoilers, plot holes, plot victories, nothing. I need to roll it around in my head for a while anyway. I will say this: it absolutely deserved its Oscar for Best Original Screenplay. Holy cow. It should have gotten more awards than it did. Jordan Peele was robbed of a Best Director award.
You know what? I had a photo from the game we played today, and I thought I was going to write about that. Instead, I need to come up with something much more uncomfortably white. Like the book called "Cabin Porn" that was playfully staged in the condo I took my client to last week. It fits with the creepy feel of this movie way better than what I had intended originally.
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