Movie recommendation?

I get so excited watching new movies. My immediate response is usually to recommend it to my friends.

I love movies which evoke a reaction in me. Some movies leave me mortified, afraid of shadows seen with a new pair of eyes. Some movies leave me staggering for answers, questioning the meaning of life. Some leave me forlorn, in desperation, a wreck.

It was with keen interest that I watched the movie “Get out”. It left me pondering for a while.

The movie itself was a whirlwind of events. It was too exciting, yet devastating. It left me on edge, and at certain times, aghast at the revelation.

It begun as a beautiful journey, which made me believe in love. An interracial couple going to visit the girl’s family. The setting was calm. The family was accepting yet overbearing, something I’ve noticed with a lot of interracial couples.

Your friends are either walking on eggshells, afraid of saying the wrong thing, tittering endlessly, eager to please. Devastating really.

I loved the way the daughter’s father carelessly tossed questions around about the distinct black servants in household, which the boyfriend found unusual, though he did not voice his opinion.

It’s in the seeking that we find answers. Stereotypes are built through a slow but sure manner. The walls and boundaries are slowly erected and soon enough, we find ourselves constrained by the inhibitions we’ve created.

So, back to the movie. The guy noticed that a lot of queer things were happening at the residence. It felt like the servants were warped in a different time zone. To put it in the man’s words, “they seem to have missed the movement”. He was of course, referring to the civil rights movement in the USA. To be recognized as equal, and be given the same rights accorded to the white citizens.

One of the revelations I had is that a lot black people in movies are usually portrayed as abrasive. Either by ourselves or by others. “Black people are too loud, too cynical, ready to fight, too aggressive”. This is portrayed in the movies a lot. People consume or ingest whatever they see on screen, and that is a sad fact. I no longer wonder why words like “safari” or “Africa” are thrown around whenever some people see an African.

I alluded to this because the white girl’s family held a family reunion. The man in the movie said, “it’s nice to see another black person here,” then proceeded to give the only other black person at the reunion a fist bump, which was met with a handshake. Is there a way that black people are expected to act? Or it something we’ve imposed on ourselves? I confess that I also felt the black servants in the movie were not acting black at all. They were too polished and polite with perfect mannerisms. Of course this was all part of the movie plot, as the servants were actually white people’s brains functioning in the bodies of black people. Part of the black people’s brains were replaced, thus they lacked the feeling of wakefulness, and awareness. As a result, they did not perceive their environment or who they actually were.

Movie spoiler#

The ploy of it all was basically a switching of part of the brain into functioning bodies of black people. The girl was a serial dater, who lured countless black men into their den…or rather, home, and thus the gory transplants were given to vying aging recipients, who play a game of bingo to win the luscious body of the unwilling black boyfriend and his body would be used as a host. The white girl’s family claimed that the black people have a certain je nais se quoi about them… stamina, charisma, athleticism, artistic abilities… The brain harvest was supposed to make the white person experience these qualities, and thus the black person’s living brain would remain in a “sunken place”. A sort of a deep abyss, where they could not speak for themselves, though they would have their bodies.

In the end, I lacked someone to recommend the movie to. I would recommend it to open minded people though. As long as you don’t view it as a sad excuse of a movie promoting modern day slavery. After all, it was all fiction. Words I said repetitively to console myself after watching such a bewildering movie.


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