Be forewarned: “Get Out” will leave you with goosebumps that stay on your skin long after the final credits finish rolling. It scored an unprecedented 99% on Rotten Tomatoes — and seems well on the way to “Sleeper Hit” status. In other words, see it soon.
Based on a story by gay black playwright Tarell Alvin McCraney, Barry Jenkins’ exquisite film is, in a way, three related shorts.
When thousands marched across the Edmund Pettus Bridge in Selma last year to commemorate a similar act by black activists fighting for the right to vote 50 years ago, few probably realized that 30 percent of black men in Alabama still don’t have that very
Erin Foster, high on Ambien, laps up water from the desk of late-night talk show host Mo Mandel. At the same time, her sister Sara flees police on a car chase down the freeway with Kate Hudson’s son in her backseat. The uproarious final episode
Sitting on a bench in a crowded park in Northern California during the summer of 1969, 14-year-old Evie Boyd eats a hamburger alone, quietly observing the swarms of people around her. She lays eyes on a tall, beautiful black-haired woman, Suzanne, for the first time.