Bryan G.’s review published on Letterboxd:
constantly running from itself. constantly establishing unanswerable premises and unnecessary traumas from scene to scene
makes me want to watch sixth sense and OLD back to back so I can pre-empt a future where maybe we’ve fallen out of love entirely with mr. peele only to realize he’s a soulful man who just bought into his own hype way too much early on and eventually makes a beautifully woven masterwork about something essential like aging. ya hate to see it. this run of producing/writing credits since g*t o*t has not slapped and I am more sad than prescriptive about it
the last two times I’ve sat in a packed theater hoping to be pulled away into a sea of black skepticism, overt teeth-sucking and collective snickering was Us and Candyman. There is typically no better entertainment experience. But both of them disappointed because they forgot the only rule: don’t use our blackness against us, just remind us of it after you’ve told a good story.