It Follows crammed inside of a yuppie Nomadland. Less interesting than that previous sentence.

Insert 3,000 word essay about how Fight Club - book, film - anticipated the crisis in patriarchal expressions of masculinity as capitalism squeezed the workforce into more service roles.

That creeping, crawling feeling something awful is going to happen - and then it does (feature-length).

A series of confused symbols, too much sympathy for the cops, and really superficial representations of both white supremscists and the complicated folks at the center of Black revolutionary thought. 

It’s a movie made to lend comfort to white audiences that they’re not those kinds of racists.