I can’t possible fathom what a white person would get from watching this movie. I’m not even sure if non-black people of color could fully understand this movie. Get Out perfectly captures the anxiety that comes from being the only black person in an area, shit gave me flashbacks. I’m not sure if Asian or Latinx people feel the same sense of unease being around white people, they’re discriminated against too, but my mom has actual pictures of our enslaved family on the plantation, that shit is always on my mind even if it’s not at the forefront. And that’s not even mentioning shit like Emmet Till and The Central Park Five, just being in close proximity to white people could mean prison or a casket, but I’m getting off topic.
Get Out looks way too good and is written way too well to be the debut feature of a comedian. This is like if Brazil were Terry Gilliam’s first film. Get Out has been compared to the works of Dario Argento, Bunuel, and John Carpenter (which I can definitely see during the film’s second half), but personally, the first half of Get Out reminded me of David Lynch. Maybe a Lynch comparison was too obvious for other reviewers, the movie after all does take place in a small suburban town like Twin Peaks and Blue Velvet, but I wanted to point it out because I feel like the similarities go beyond the setting.
Daniel Kaluuya is a fantastic, I love Daniel Kaluuya. His accent slips a few times during the movie, but really, who cares? It’s Danielfucking Kaluuya, I’ve been a huge fan of his since The Fades (a cancelled BBC show from 2011, it had 6 episodes).
I think what makes Get Out so great it tackles the latent racism and deceit of white liberals/allies not often brought up in mainstream media. The faux-progressivism of modern whites is near identical to the ideologies of white people from centuries past. Take Thomas Jefferson for example, author of the Declaration of Independence and purported abolitionist. He acknowledged that slavery was wrong many times throughout his political career, yet owned HUNDREDS of slaves, only freeing two within his lifetime. And even being self aware enough to know his actions were incorrect, Jefferson still believed that black people were inferior and raped one of his slaves multiple times. Point is, Thomas Jefferson knew that owning other humans (as inferior as they may be) was wrong, but his money eclipsed his morals. You see the same shit today, just look at how many white women voted for Donald Trump, I assure you that all of those women weren’t Republicans. “Liberal” white women who either couldn’t bear the thought of Hillary Clinton being the first female president or weren’t over Bernie losing the nomination voted for Trump because they decided their personal feelings were more important than the lives of minority groups.
Faux-liberalism and fetishization of black bodies is the driving force of Get Out, that’s what the movie is really about.
The foreshadowing employed is fantastic too, along with the way the story of Chris (Daniel Kaluuya) is interwoven with the story of the film. Get Out is a lot more personal than trailers and commercials let on.
diverse book recast: the enemy series by charlie higson → london crew leaders
the enemy is a post-apocalyptic young adult horror novel first published in 2009. The series takes place across London, after a worldwide sickness has infected adults, turning them into something akin to voracious, cannibalistic zombies. In order to survive, the surviving children band into crews and groups, many sheltering in iconic london architectures and locations such as buckingham palace, parliament house and the tower of london. Crews possess their own beliefs and cultures, sometimes incompatible with the other kids around them,leading to street wars and crew clash.
Green Lantern Corps: Would be behind you the whole entire fight, doesn’t care if it looks like they’re gonna lose, they’ll stay with you until the last blow
Sinestro/Yellow Lantern Corps: They would walk behind you, push you away and just glares at who you’re gonna fight, they’ll crack their knuckles and neck just by doing that you’re foe is already pissing themselves
Red Lantern Corps: You wouldn’t have to do anything, the Red Lantern Corp would go full ham and won’t hold back, it’ll be more bloodier than then the goriest MMA match you’ve ever seen
Blue Lantern Corps: They’ll cheer you on from the side and throw stuff at the people your fighting once and a while
Star Sapphires/Violet Lantern Corps: Loudly yells take off your shirts through the whole entire fight
Orange Lantern Corps: Waits in the background until the fight has settled down then takes down everyone else while they are weak and steals everything they can carry before any of them wake up
Indigo Tribe/Indigo Lantern Corps: They’ll help with the fight (but feel bad about it), they’ll patch up your wounds, and get drinks with you afterwards
Black Lantern Corps: THEY WOULD LOVE TO FIGHT, IF THEY WEREN’T DEAD
White Lantern Corps: Talks everyone out of the fight
Phantom Lantern: They constantly change sides, styles, and morals through the fight may or may not stay after the fight
Summary: A cherry blossom tree, residing at the farthest part of the schools courtyard. Nobody dwelled there, and you didn’t care much for it. Until you kept hearing one song played over and over, with lyrics changed to touch at your curiosity. They knew you were listening, and one day you gave in and made your way to the pink tree. Waiting for you, a series of notes tied to a single strand of string.
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AN: I’m back, hi!! so so sorry for being inactive and what not!! but thank you guys for getting the last part to 100+. like that is just so amazing, so thank you so much! i hope you enjoy this part and get it to 100 too aha. the next part should carry the story to be much more interesting xx
You didn’t dare glance behind you to figure who it was. Nathan Holland, now intruding your life at random, won’t seem to leave you alone any longer. He accompanied beside you as you strode down the hallway, keeping your eyes forward to pass the crowds. Nathan was off beside you, hands in his jeans with his torso covered in a simple white tee. He had a pair of electric blue Jordans with his hazelnut hair incredibly messy.