1. There will be more extensive reviews and conversations about Get Out next week. In fact, next week might just be Get Out week on VSB. (And yes, there is that much to unpack and deconstruct about this movie. It's fucking brilliant.)
2. I saw it last night. If you haven't seen it yet, A) don't read this, because this is full of light spoilers, B) make sure you see it in a Black theater, and C) come back and read this after you've seen it, because perhaps you'll be able to add to this list. And, if you're particularly ambitious and want to conduct a social experiment, D) see it first in a Black theater, and then see it again in a mixed-race or predominately White theater, and report back your findings.
Anyway, like many of us, Jordan Peele very obviously has a PhD in White people. He's studied them, he's learned them, and he perhaps even knows them better than they know themselves. And the sublime and ingenious Get Out is a reflection of that knowledge, as it's rife with dozens of instances most Black people immediately recognize as some "White people shit." (And, for the record "White people shit" is loosely defined as "shit White people do that we generally just can't or don't.")
1. Chris (an amazing Daniel Kaluuya) and Rose (a perfectly cast Allison Williams) getting questioned by a police officer, and Rose getting all indignant in a way White women are able to in the cop's face while Chris is just trying to do what he asks so it'll be over.
2. The performatively liberal upper-middle class parents (Catherine Keener and Bradley Whitford — both pitch-perfect) who have nothing but Black people working for them.
3. The fact that the parents live like a mile and an entire fucking lake away from the closest neighbor and are surrounded by the woods on three sides.
4. How Chris and Rose — who are unmarried and have only been together for five months — are able to sleep in the same bed at Rose's parents' house. (Shit, I didn't even hold my wife's hand in front of my parents until we were engaged.)
5. Rose's liberal use of "fuck" and "shit" while in conversation with her parents. (I cuss like a sailor when I write but still don't even say "damn" in conversations with my dad or any other elders.)
6. The brother's (Caleb Landry Jones, also good — look, everyone in this movie is great) creepy obsession with UFC and lacrosse.
7. How both parents appear to have lucrative medical practices with offices in their own home. (White people have the privilege of the benefit of the doubt, and can conduct serious medical business in their living rooms and studies and shit without people questioning their legitimacy. Black people — even Black doctors — need all the markers of legitimacy we can get. Which means that if you're seeing a Black doctor, you better believe it'll be in a building with elevators and receptionists and shit.)
8. That weird-ass, Eyes Wide Shut-ish annual party the parents held at their house.
9. The need to shoehorn any possible connection to Black people when in conversation with a Black person. (i.e. "I would have voted for President Obama three times." or "I loved watching Tiger hit those balls.")
10. How the usual, run-of-the-mill microaggressions White people are often guilty of become exaggerated and intensified when there's a bunch of them around and you're the only Black person there. It's like that dynamic gives them psychological carte blanche to unload all of their pent up post-racial (but always polite) fuckshit.
Bonus: Outdoor Bingo. I've been to hundreds of Black BBQs, cookouts, game nights, and dinner parties and aint never seen no shit like that before.