The Blackening -
In the standard slasher film, when a group of friends stumbles upon a dusty, locked box in a remote cabin, curiosity usually kills the cat. But in Tim Story’s The Blackening , when the ensemble opens that box, they don’t find a cursed diary or a rusty knife. They find a board game. A black board game. With one instruction: “Play or die.”
The film is unapologetically Black. You will miss half the jokes if you don't know the difference between "cracklin' cornbread" and "sweet cornbread," or why playing a Spades tournament is a matter of life and death. And that is the point. For too long, Black audiences have had to translate their experiences for a mainstream lens. The Blackening refuses to translate. It invites you in, but it will not slow down.
Released in June 2023, The Blackening arrived as both a much-needed antidote to decades of cinematic marginalization and a razor-sharp comedy that refuses to let its audience laugh without also squirming. Directed by Tim Story ( Ride Along , Barbershop ) and written by Tracy Oliver ( Girls Trip ) and Dewayne Perkins (who also stars as the fan-favorite character Dewayne), the film is not merely a parody. It is an intervention. For generations, the horror genre has had a well-documented blind spot. The "Black character dies first" trope is so pervasive that it has its own Wikipedia page. From Friday the 13th to Scream , Black characters were often disposable—plot devices to raise the stakes before the white final girl took her stand.
As Shanika famously growls while wielding a curling iron as a weapon: “We survived 400 years of this country. You think we can’t survive one night in the woods?” The Blackening is not a perfect film. The second act drags slightly under the weight of its own cleverness, and the killer’s final motivation feels like an afterthought. But those flaws are superficial. The Blackening
The Blackening opens with a cold open that directly calls this out. A Black couple (played with hilarious terror by Yvonne Orji and Jay Pharoah) arrive at a deserted campsite. They realize they are in a horror movie. “We’re not doing that,” the woman insists. “We’re leaving.” But the killer has a gas mask and a crossbow, and within minutes, they are pinned down. The man, bleeding out, laments, “It’s ‘cause we’re Black, isn’t it?”
In one brilliant sequence, Dewayne dissects the killer’s plan in real-time, predicting the jump scares and calling out the illogical nature of the villain’s monologue. It’s a meta-commentary that rivals Scream but with a distinctly cultural lens. He knows the rules because he grew up watching the movies that broke the Black characters.
(An A for ambition, an A+ for laughs, and a well-earned rest for the "first Black guy to die.") In the standard slasher film, when a group
When they weren't dying first, they were the "sassy best friend," the comic relief, or the oracle who mysteriously knew the house was haunted but stuck around anyway.
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It is a movie that asks: What if the scariest thing in the woods isn’t the man with the mask, but the fear that your own friends might think you’re “not really Black”? A black board game
But here’s the twist: The questions aren’t about Black history or civil rights leaders. They are about respectability politics . One character is asked to name the most racist Friends episode. Another is forced to rank which member of the group is “the least Black.” The camera lingers on the faces of Lisa (Antoinette Robertson), a medical student whose fiancé is white, and Shanika (a scene-stealing X Mayo), the militant "Blerd" (Black nerd) who uses slang aggressively to prove her authenticity.
In answering that question, The Blackening does more than survive the tropes of horror. It resurrects them, embarrasses them, and finally—joyfully—buries them.
What matters is that Tim Story and Tracy Oliver have crafted a film that functions on three levels simultaneously: a genuinely funny hangout comedy, a genuinely tense slasher thriller, and a genuinely incisive critique of racial performance.
The film then smash-cuts to its title card. The point is made: This is a funeral for the old trope, and the corpse is laughing. The central conceit of The Blackening is elegantly diabolical. The group’s captor forces them to play a board game where they must answer trivia questions about Black culture. Get a question wrong, and one of their friends dies.
The horror isn't the masked killer (who wears a caricature of a Sambo-like minstrel face, a deliberately uncomfortable choice). The horror is the group’s internalized anxiety. The Blackening weaponizes the fear that every Black person in a predominantly white space has felt: Am I Black enough? Am I too Black? Am I performing my race correctly to survive? In traditional horror, the Final Girl is chaste, clever, and almost always white. In The Blackening , the hero is not a single archetype but a collective. Perkins’ Dewayne—a flamboyant, quick-witted, and utterly unapologetic gay man—emerges as the de facto leader not because he is the strongest, but because he is the most self-aware.