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Us

"Special credit is due to Nyong’o, who commands two pivotal roles with a conviction that is simultaneously engaging and alarming"

★★★★ - THE GUARDIAN

"We’re Americans.” That phrase, delivered in a deathless, deadpan drawl, echoes through the twists and turns of a movie whose very title slyly evokes the common abbreviation for United States. Having taken a scalpel to the covert racism of gliberal America in Get Out, writer-director Jordan Peele turns his gaze inward for this rip-roaring follow-up, which is fearsomely entertaining, consistently thought-provoking and occasionally bloody scary.

A Twilight Zone mashup of Dostoevsky’s The Double and Jack Finney’s The Body Snatchers, spiced up once again by a wit reminiscent of vintage Ira Levin, it’s a modern fable that locates our anxieties about outsiders in a guilty fear of ourselves. The result plays like a mirror-image riposte to the French-Romanian home-invasion horror Ils (Them), suggesting that, contrary to Sartre, hell is not other people; it is us.

“There are thousands of miles of tunnels beneath the continental US,” declares the film’s ominous opening statement. “Many have no known purpose at all.” This sets the unsettling scene for a 1986 prologue in which a young girl in a Thriller T-shirt wanders away from her parents at a Santa Cruz beach fairground. Entering the Vision Quest hall of mirrors, the child sees something terrifying and traumatising – or is it just her own reflection? Thirtysomething years later, the adult Adelaide Wilson (Lupita Nyong’o) returns to that same beach with her family: goofy husband Gabe (Winston Duke); argumentative teen daughter Zora (Shahadi Wright Joseph); and anxious son Jason (Evan Alex), who hides his face behind a monster mask.

Haunted by her childhood, Adelaide has “a hard time just talking”, particularly in the company of the Tylers, the dysfunctional white family whom Gabe envies but the rest of his brood merely tolerate. “I don’t feel like myself,” Adelaide insists, pleading to leave the summer home that is bringing back so many memories. But when a shadowy family arrive on the Wilsons’ doorstep, it soon becomes clear that they can run, but they can’t hide from themselves.

There are enjoyable arguments to be had regarding what Us is really “about”. Is it a classic return-of-the-repressed tale in the manner of Jekyll and Hyde (everyone has a shadow, a dark side) or a broader parable about affluent society’s parasitical relationship with a hidden underclass, like Wes Craven’s underrated The People Under the Stairs? Crucially, Peele allows his audience to play it both ways – to decide for themselves what’s so scary about these subterranean visions and the spectres they bring forth.

Slipping nimbly between the registers of domestic sitcom and sociopolitical shocker, Us takes time to establish its family dynamics before throwing the Wilsons (and us, the audience) to the wolves. It’s time well spent, ensuring a deep emotional investment in the characters that keeps us tethered to them even as the narrative descends into madness. Throughout, the attention to small details gives the bigger picture clout – the bickering dinner-table conversations that concisely establish each character’s strengths and weakness; the throwaway comments that cleverly set up a late-in-the-day revelation; the mimicked human gestures that creepily recall the satire of George Romero’s Dawn of the Dead.

Mirror images are everywhere, from the symmetrical shape of the oversized scissors that are the intruders’ weapon of choice (a nod to Kenneth Branagh’s Dead Again?) to the numbers on a digital clock that recall a briefly glimpsed apocalyptic sign (“Jeremiah 11:11”) and are almost inaudibly echoed in a TV sports commentary that burbles away in the background. When an irritable Zora insists that “there’s fluoride in the water that the government uses to control our minds”, her petulant words strike a distant chord, subliminally alerting viewers to an unfolding mystery. No wonder Adelaide feels threatened by the accelerating coincidences that suggest that her nemesis is “getting closer”.

While Us is definitely an ensemble piece, special credit is due to Nyong’o, who commands two pivotal roles with a conviction that is simultaneously engaging and alarming. Hats off, too, to choreographer and movement consultant Madeline Hollander for bringing a shiversome physicality to the shadow roles that recalls the creepiest moments from Hideo Nakata’s Ringu.

Amplifying the underlying themes of Peele’s script is Michael Abels’s exhilarating score, which blends brooding polytonal drones with stabby strings, interspersed by inventive use of the human voice. A quasi-gothic choral Anthem evokes the chills of Jerry Goldsmith’s Ave Satani from The Omen, while jukebox tracks by Luniz, Minnie Riperton and (most pointedly) NWA are strategically deployed to hilariously horrifying effect.

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