As with Soul, I know I’m not supposed to like this. There were lots of feminist movies made by women this year, but I preferred the feminist movie made by the dude who made Saw. (At least he got star Elisabeth Moss to give her input). I fear I am too much of a dude. I want my patriarchal abuse to take the form of a sci-fi super-suit, and for the woman being victimized to eventually chop up that suit with a pointy fountain pen.
Storyteller’s Rulebook: Marry the Public Domain to Real Life National Pain
Universal has been trying desperately to revive their monster movies for a long time (I say “their”, but of course, these aren’t theirs at all, as the source material of each is in the public domain. Anybody could have made their movie.) Finally, someone saw Get Out and had the good idea, “Uh, let’s partner with Blumhouse on this.” Suddenly, it worked. Blumhouse, of course, excels at tapping into National Pain, and making movies out of our very modern fears. This movie has surpassed Gaslight as the ultimate gaslighting movie.
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Tremendous movie. Part of what makes it so effective is that we can see the bind Elizabeth Moss's character, Celia, is in: she not only sounds insane ("my dead ex isn't really dead but he is invisible and he's tormenting me") but that she knows she sounds insane. The people around her want to help and do right by her, but the manipulator has rigged the situation so that even totally reasonable, helpful people can't see what's happening. And she knows it. The specifics are fantastical but the emotions feel too real.
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