Once, twice, three times a lady…

(The movie under review is still playing in theaters and far be it from me to fuck up a moviegoing experience for anybody, but I need to say some shit about this while it’s still fresh in my mind.)

You know, going to the movies is just so much fun until it’s not. There’s this movie I saw recently. It was rather effective in its entertainment value and its messaging…at least until the last few minutes. Imagine if Get Out had ended with Chris saving Rose from her gruesome fate instead of letting her die as she pretty much deserved and, on top of that, was able to use the same mind control hoodoo on her that her family had used on him and the two of them hook up with this new power balance holding sway. (Oh, and to dump some extra lemon juice into the open wound, Rod was getting too close to the truth and he ended up dying for his trouble and this ending would throw a big, fat ‘fuck you, got mine!’ into the face of the protagonist’s best friend.) It is entirely possible that we’d have never gotten Us and Nope, and whatever flaws those respective movies had, I think cinema would be significantly lesser without them. More to the point, it is a super goddamn good thing that no filmmaker of color directing their first movie - and presumably hoping to make a second and a third - would ever create, much less sign off on, such a dumbfuck ending. No siree, pop.

tl;dr Ya’ll motherfuckers owe The American Society of Magical Negroes an apology.