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Guess Who's Coming to Die Here 

Get Out offers satirical horror on race in the suburbs.

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Get Out plays as a feature-length version of the not-quite-joking sentiment among African Americans that the suburbs—what with their overwhelming whiteness and cultural homogeneity—are eerie twilight zones for black people. Far from being a one-joke movie, however, Jordan Peele's feature directorial debut is a clever, consistently funny racial satire and horror film mocking white liberal cluelessness and finding humor in (without dismissing) black people's fears.

Thematically, it's very of-the-moment, though Peele (half of Comedy Central's Key and Peele flying solo) has smartly avoided any acutely topical references. His screenplay, which he swears is not based on his wife's family (he's married to Brooklyn Nine-Nine actress Chelsea Peretti), has a 20-something black man named Chris (Daniel Kaluuya) traveling with his white girlfriend, Rose (Allison Williams), to meet her affluent family in their prim, well-manicured community. Rose has not told her parents that her boyfriend is black, but she swears they're so progressive that the only race-related problem will be how much her dad talks about his love for Obama.

Sure enough, Rose's folks—neurosurgeon Dean (Bradley Whitford) and psychiatrist Missy (Catherine Keener)—are educated, gracious and clumsily welcoming; Dean greets Chris with "my man" and tells him proudly of how his own father's claim to fame was losing to Jesse Owens in a 1936 Olympics pre-trial. (This is a gag, but like many gags in the film, it's also foreshadowing.) Dean feels embarrassed to be a wealthy white man who employs black servants (a maid and a groundskeeper), but they worked for his parents before they died and now they're part of the family—a part that, Chris notices, is unusually deferential and mild-mannered, like Stepford wives.

There's more weirdness when the extended family and neighbors arrive for the annual summertime gathering. (Rose also has a brother, played by Caleb Landry Jones, who serves no function in the story.) Chris is the only black man among them, save for one (Lakeith Stanfield) who's married to an older white woman but is as docile as the servants, and dresses as though he were his wife's contemporary. Everyone is effusively polite to Chris, earning laughs with their self-satisfied manifestations of "acceptance"—for example, making sure to mention that Tiger Woods is their favorite golfer—that are sure to ring true for a large part of the audience.

Chris occasionally checks in via phone with his friend Rod (Lil Rel Howery, soon to be a breakout star), a TSA agent back in the city whose speech and manner are more authentically—perhaps stereotypically?—African-American. In narrative terms, Rod fills the role of Jive-Talking Black Friend, the person in the horror movie who says, "Aw, hell no, I ain't goin' in there, you people are crazy!"—the voice of reason, in other words, and the voice of the presumed audience. That he is, in this case, the Jive-Talking Black Friend to someone who shouldn't need one, whose own interior monologue should be doing the job of warning him, is part of the film's humor about varying levels of "blackness." No one comes out and says it, but there's the implication that Chris' dating a white girl has made him lose some of his natural instincts.

Get Out is a comedy first and foremost, but there are thriller elements sprinkled throughout, including a trippy hypnosis scene with Chris and Rose's psychiatrist mom, and in the end the plot turns to overt horror. Peele's facility with comedy is well documented, but his deft touch with the scary parts is a nice surprise, and genre fans will appreciate his willingness to deliver satisfying violence when it's called for. Best of all, though, is his ability to embed themes of racial equality in a mocking satire masquerading as a date-night horror-comedy, and to make fun of white people without becoming the stereotype of the Angry Black Man (not that this will stop Bill O'Reilly from calling him one). Biting but good-natured, incisive but not preachy, this is the kind of self-reflective comedy that can bring America together.

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