60 Minutes on: "Get Out" | MZS

It's a Great American Movie in the vein of the Great American Novels that used to be published in the middle part of the 20th century when reading novels was a common and desirable thing to do, not a niche activity that marked Americans as "elites." Of course Great American Novels have traditionally been written by white men. Somehow the movie makes us aware of that, too, incidentally, by rooting us in the point-of-view of a young black man whose singular and utterly absurd and of-course-non-representative experience (cult leaders! body theft! slave auctions!) illuminates the condition of blackness in 2017. "Get Out" is as much a corrosive social satire and a despairing, laugh-so-you-don't-cry lament as it is a one-stop-shopping fright flick, stuffed to bursting with paranoid visions, Freud-and-Jung saturated nightmare landscapes, abductions and revenge killings, and freakish medical procedures that fuse the Tuskegee Experiment, Jeffrey Dahmer's basement, the Ludovico Technique from "A Clockwork Orange," and the mournfully cosmic finale of "Being John Malkovich." If Luis Bunuel had somehow ended up working for Cannon Films during the Reagan years, he might've made something in this vein, although not as raucously entertaining, and not with these inside-America cultural references.

So many of the horror spoofs on Peele's great sketch comedy series "Key & Peele"—a collaboration with Keegan Michael Key and director Peter Atencio—were not just certifiably nerdy send-ups of particular films, but great approximations of the very essence of the thing being spoofed. Baby Forest Whitaker, one of my favorite Peele characters, is funny at first because he's so random, but after a while he's funny because he's uncanny enough to raise the hairs on your arm; the mad glint in Peele's eyes as he plays Baby Forest confirms that he knows that one important source of terror is the uncertainty of knowing whether you're dealing with someone who's truly unhinged or evil or with a prankster who's just messing with you. It's that kidding/not-kidding-at-all thing that often marks truly unnerving, great popular art. "Get Out" has that aspect in every shot of every scene. There are also splashes of Roman Polanski in there (the question, "Am I imagining all of this?" recurs in most Polanski thrillers) and David Cronenberg. William Shakespeare, too: Chris is a high achieving man of color, an island unto himself here, Othello with a camera—a black man who has theoretically been welcomed into a white world with open arms yet can never relax because his favored status is precarious and founded on stereotypes and acquisitiveness, and can be soured or contaminated or taken away from at any moment, along with his life.

And yet the totality of "Get Out" is so original that it defies labels. It seems to have been thought about daily for years or more, so exact are its meanings, references, compositions, cuts and music cues. Peele's command of historical and literary symbolism is so complete that he can free-associate even as his script is taking care of business. So many details here have an audacious charge that goes beyond character-building to connect with something larger and more alarming, such as the shot of Chris' girlfriend Rose (Alison Williams, cast like a irredeemably sinister version of her character from HBO's "Girls") sitting on her bed eating dry Fruit Loops and sipping milk out of a separate glass through a straw. It's another admiring Kubrick shout-out in a movie with lots of them, but there's an element of "I see you out there, white supremacists" as well: there's a subcategory of YouTube videos in which white folks ostentatiously drink milk to prove they're genetically superior to black folks, who are more likely to be lactose intolerant. In the finale of a film that's as much about the image of black manhood as depicted in high and low culture as it is a freestanding thrill-ride, Peele presents us with a black man whose life is saved by picking "cotton" (from the chair), a runaway slave who (Django style) sets a plantation on fire and kills every white tormentor living in it, and an Othello who has excellent reason to strangle Desdemona. (As Sophie Oberfield, a teacher, points out, this time Desdemona is Iago.)