Three movies deep, I'm ready to declare the John Wick franchise as the sadistic, mid-budget spiritual cousin to the Mission: Impossible films. Both harken back to a time when star power trumped intellectual property and the pursuit of the outlandish by analog means trumped the creation of the impossible by digital ones. Both franchises perfectly distill their stars' personae by placing them in outrageously impossible scenarios, with Cruise's Ethan Hunt manically defying death as handily as John Wick laconically deals…
Those who dismiss something this kooky, this hairbrained, this out of step with the expectations of franchise filmmaking, and this personal do so at their own risk. It certainly doesn’t all work, and the third act is some truly wild stuff that’s going to alienate many (most?) viewers, but I for one am glad I got to see M. Night cap off his weird Frankenstein of a franchise.
All claims of Jordan Peele being the new Spielberg are bunk, BUT Us confirmed to me that his approach to horror is not dissimilar to that of Jaws. It’s clean and playful, a lot of very clear cause and effect in his set pieces and with a tone that delights in thrilling instead of punishing. The central conceit of Us is a lot less clear in its metaphorical underpinnings than Get Out, which makes the premise strain somewhat down the stretch, but Peele’s gifts for set piece construction and tonal balancing shine here, and Lupita is an absolute force. Long story short, Peele’s the real deal.