Friends, let’s you and I talk about movie theaters. They’re awful right? The floors are sticky, of course. People are always the worst and going to the movies is a situation wherein you have to trust other people not to be dickholes which almost always leads to a bad time. Even though the lights dim, there are still other lights all over the damn place – little strings of colored lights along the stairs, bright fluorescent exit signs, people’s phone screens – look, I get it, we’re addicted to our phones, fine, WHATEVER, but if you’re gonna look at your phone in the theater at least turn the brightness down! And in a very quiet, subdued movie like It Comes at Night you can hear the noise pollution from the theater next door where Tom Cruise is trying to kill a mummy by, I guess, blowing up entire city blocks. That’s what it sounded like anyway. So yes, going to the theater is a very unpleasant experience most of the time. My viewing of It Comes at Night wasn’t exactly ruined because of this, but I think only because the movie was so good.
There are, I think, many ways that It Comes at Night can be interpreted. It’s a hot take on the current political environment where fear and paranoia are king; it’s a missive on race relations; it’s a movie about coming of age in a world where your parents are holding it together just as poorly as you; and it’s a movie about loneliness. It’s all of these things and probably more. Part of what makes it so good is that you can find in it whatever you want. There are no bad guys, there is no real monster, there’s no one thing that you can point at and say “Yep! Kill it! Kill that and everything will get better.” It’s a disturbing movie, but not for the reasons the trailer would have you think. Mostly it’s just very sad. And, as always, spoilers ya’ll. Continue reading “Playback: It Comes at Night”