The hell was with the helmet on the passenger seat?
The beginning, did you miss it? The son would go out and kidnap black people.
I missed it. I figured it was the brother, but I did not notice he had a helmet on in the opening scene. I saw it on the seat and wondered what the hell it was.
The two black servants were brain transplants of the Grandmother and Grandfather, why did they want to live their lives as servants of the family?
I think they were just playing servants while Chris was there, for an effective if awkward way to explain their presence.
Seriously. I was internally screaming that the movie better not pull a Night of the Living Dead ending
That's what I thought was going to happen. Hands raised, cop car door opens....blam. I haven't felt such a wave of relief at a film in a
long time.
so this whole taking over the bodies of black people thing started because the grandpa lost a race to that black guy in germany right
like some sick twisted version of if you cant beat em join em
I loved that detail. "He never quite got over it."
That was the whole point of their auction.
Each person asked if he was good at something. The woman that felt his muscles was there for her dying husband, the golfer wanted to golf again as he was too old to do so and the blind guy had a passion for art/photography and wanted to see through Chris' eyes. The only way he would be able to do so would be through the brain stuff via Rose's dad, a neurosurgeon.
I picked up on the blind photographer wanting to see through a fellow photographer's eyes, but I didn't catch the rest. But it all fits. Goddamn. That whole party they were just sizing him up for the auction. Even Rose's seemingly impromptu "let's go for a walk" was scripted, keyed on her fathers mention of time to play bingo. They had their system of code words down. The Asian wondering if "African-American" was an advantage or disadvantage was so odd, but made perfect sense once the context was provided.
Chris was
not fucking around getting out of there. Smack the brother, then hit him again while he's down. Goring the father with the deer he said he hated was some therapeutic shit. The them of leaving people (or deer) to die payed off, as he rescues the maid (whoops) then leaves Rose to croak on the road (woo!).
All the fights felt realistic. The way Chris used the door to bait the brother into kicking his leg out one last time was so, so well done.
Hs friend the perfect audience surrogate, saying everything we were thinking at every turn. They kept him in the film just enough that the sudden swing to his vantage point after Chris had been captured felt seamless.
Last year around this time, I saw The Witch, which went on to be one of my favorite films of the year. This was just as well crafted, ridiculously brilliant from end to end.
Still...one of the creepiest scenes was at the end, when Rose was nibbling on fruit loops and then sipping milk, separate, rather than just eating a bowl of cereal. People do this? Is this a white thing? I was like, okay, she's even more of a fucking nutcase than I thought.
While walking to my car, I heard an older (white) woman complaining to her daughter that Rotten Tomatoes is so often "inaccurate". This move was "too black" to be enjoyable. I wanted to scream.