"It’s not ghosts. It’s not supernatural. it’s America."
What's scarier than being the only black person on the dance floor surrounded by white people singing along to the n-word in rap songs? Master is resourceful in its decision to focus its horror story on the awkward, uncomfortable, and inescapable black experience, rather than your typical horror tropes of ghosts, witches, and curses, and the end result is simply a significant, skin-crawling, yet at times far too on-the-nose social commentary/horror hybrid.
Detailing the experiences of three black women at a predominately white college with a dark history, Master definitely shows excellence with its atmospheric, microscopic storytelling, where the lines between paranoia and destiny are intentionally blurred to create a disorienting world…