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.