Us

Us ★★★

This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.

This review may contain spoilers.

Going into the cinema, here’s what I was hoping I’d be writing about Jordan Peel’s Us:

"Cementing his promise as today's master of suspense, Jordan Peele’s Us has officially done to mirrors what Psycho had previously done to showers, what The Birds did to, well, birds, and what Rear Window did to, uhhhh... peeping on your neighbors? From today on, seeing my reflection will never not make me uneasy. And it’s a damn shame, too, because as a narcissist, there’s nothing I love more than staring at my reflection adoringly."

Or something like that.

Sadly, though, mirrors are still safe.

Jordan Peele has fantastic instincts; the patience for tension and the audacity and wit to fill each pivotal moment with a bizarre, piercing social satire. But so far it feels like he has an issue with focus.

Peele’s building of suspense, here, along with the unnerving atmosphere he maintains throughout, that Michael Abels score and the performances (especially Lupita, duh) are all insanely effective. They make for an eerie and exciting genre film for the first two acts. But then we get to the third act, which is wildly underwhelming in comparison, throwing us into the deep end of an underdeveloped mythology and building to a final ‘twist’ that was glaringly obvious from about ten minutes in.

Then there's that final shot, that's supposed to drive home the story's magnitude, but falls short thanks to an earlier scene hinting at it and the fact that Karyn Kusama's The Invitation pulled it off so much better.

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