I had a choice of three movies; well four if you count Beauty and the Beast but, hmm, I don’t think so. So what was it to be: Elle, Logan or Get Out? I’d heard Elle has a lot of sexual violence and, see, that’s not entertainment for me – once maybe to establish a plot and motive etc but after that I think it gratuitous, or rather, why aren’t I at home painting the saucepans? And while I enjoyed, in an ‘I really shouldn’t enjoy this’ sort of way the early X-men franchise I had to wonder if Logan was stretcher things a mite far. So I plumped for a horror comedy.
I’m sceptical about horror and, frankly, the best horror comedy has to be Shaun of the Dead – not, I won’t accept other opinions on this (Scream and Scary Movie are okay, and all); to deny this truism is to deny your species. So I took a chance with my £8.
I was alone, Norman Nomates, cos the Textiliste was at the Theatre seeing a Brexit play with a girlfriend – there’s a scenario that lends itself to horror-comedy but moving swiftly on…
The premise is simple, trite even. White girl takes black boyfriend home not telling them he’s black. He expresses reservations; she’s cool but they are awkward trying to say the right thing and failing. Maybe this was the comedy but Sidney Poitier did it better in Look Who’s Coming To Dinner. Try this and see.
So, okay a few rather simplistic laughs at the faux pas as the parents try and say the right things and the couple cringe. But appearances are deceptive as the staff, black of course, appear to be simple minded and, necessarily rqther creepy.
PLOT SPOILER: of course this is the horror; they are enslaved, trapped by the hypnotherapist mother and neurosurgeon father in their own bodies but with other (white folks) personalities. It gets bloody, it gets ridiculous and it doesn’t, at least not to this Brit, get funny. I don’t really like gore so looked away at the brain surgery but that was as bad as that got and it didn’t last.
Maybe this is really aimed at the US market and didn’t travel that well. Some of the reviews, calling this a modern satire had to have missed the US election for what real satire looks like.
It was light, it was fluffy, it had a few smiley bits and a little cringe but frankly it had the substance and taste of a Tesco’s fish pie. The audience seemed split: some cheered on the hero when he battered the surgeon; others seemed indifferent to the whole things as I could see the telltale glow of right-swiping being undertaken from 20 minutes in. Even Scary Movie 57 had more gags than this and, as for horror, try Hitchcock.
On the ice cream front, the good news was a new brand – Judes – appeared in the freezer cabinet. As I was alone I tried both the salted caramel and the Madagascan vanilla. The vanilla won hands down.
I wonder if I should give it a star rating? Maybe devise my own ice cream tubs; if so this was definitely a two tub movie – sugar boost needed.
PS if you’ve seen Logan and Elle what would you recommend?