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Imagine Alices White Rabbit down and out and eaten away by deprivation.
Imagine that its a whitelabrabbit.
Imagine a fusion of Lewis Carroll, George Orwell, and James Baldwin plus arterial spray.
So much here to love.
Peeles opening is up there with the nightmare classics.
(What better metaphor for macho futility?)
In the hall of mirrors, she nervously whistles Itsy Bitsy Spider and then hears someone whistling it back.
What is acting like her mirror image is actually … well, thats the question.
It possesses you, this music.
The first scenes lose the pulse, though, and the film never really recovers.
Peele saves the big reveals for the end, when theyre effective but too late.
In the ways that matter, the attackers are them and not us.
Moss has little screen time, but she shows her genius as her characters murderous double.
This is zombie Kabuki.
Nyongo hits extraordinary notes.
Somethings off but what?
I have a feeling there will be miraculous excavations to come.
