‘First Purge’ gets origin story right
Creator James DeMonaco goes back to the root of the “societal catharsis” to dive into how murder is incentivised and celebrate the first resistance to the purges
This Fourth of July, we’ve got a chance to celebrate America’s birth in a very American way — watching internecine warfare, spasms of savage violence and a dark government conspiracy pulling the strings. That’s right, it’s time for a new Purge.
The First Purge, the fourth film in the franchise, is an origin story set in modern day New York that allows creator James DeMonaco to do what he does best — mix social satire with doses of heartpounding horror. It’s a worthy addition to the B-movie Purge cannon, even as it’s depressingly prescient.
For those unfamiliar with the lowbudget-but-high-earning Purge series, here’s how it works: In a dystopian near-future, the government, led by a nefarious party called the New Founding Fathers of America, allows an annual 12-hour period of lawlessness without recriminations. Over the course of a single night, rape, murder, robbery and everything else is permitted across the nation as a way to release anger but also a way to cull from an overpopulated nation and lower crime.
Over the past three films, DeMonaco has explored all kinds of different facets to this rich and complex notion, from gun control to the behaviour of predatory corporations, to government brutality against people of colour and class wars. This time, DeMonaco goes back to the root of the “societal catharsis” to dive into how murder is incentivised and celebrate the first resistance to the purges.
DeMonaco sets The First Purge on Staten Island, where the first beta test was launched. He has bafflingly attracted Oscar-winner Marisa Tomei to play the behavioural scientist who has designed the purge for the NRA-backed New Founding Fathers of America.
On the ground, we meet our main players — Y’lan Noel, who makes a hunky and very charismatic drug kingpin; Lex Scott Davis, as his old girlfriend who has become a community activist; and Joivan Wade as her younger brother, torn between the lure of quick drug money and his sister’s unwavering morality. Rotimi Paul makes an absolutely frightening psycho and Steve Harris is an alwayswelcome addition.
DeMonaco has handed over directorial duties this time to Gerard McMurray. It is perhaps fitting that McMurray, an African-American director, helps tell the story of an inner-city minority community under siege that overwhelmingly stars actors of colour. McMurray has a deft touch juggling action sequences, humour and intimate dialogue.
The first purge actually starts off unevenly, with many Staten Islanders who have stayed choosing to have a boozy block party rather than murder each other. The New Founding Fathers of America soon decide to goose the violence level with a familiar tactic and the film moves into action hero territory, with Noel turning into a John McClane-like hero, and our makeshift community banding together to fight an oppressive regime. The blood flows so much that in one sequence it splashes the camera itself.
The Purge films have never been very subtle and The First Purge is no different. At one point, the brave ragtag Staten Islanders are being systematically hunted by heavily armed white gunmen wearing KKK hoods or Nazi coats and masks that look like blackface and minstrel shows.
But DeMonaco’s signature hammy scriptwriting also rears its head. The characters are barely one-dimensional and prone to doing stupid stuff, like wandering out alone during a night of mayhem. “We’re safe,” the sister says at one point. Her brother responds thoughtfully: “For now.” (They’re not.)
But there’s no denying DeMonaco’s ability to conceive of a film that seems ripped from the headlines. The First Purge is hardly sci-fi in the face of neo-Nazis marching in US streets, immigration policies that are inhumane and a Congress awash in NRA donations.
One thing DeMonaco can’t do is avoid his own timeline. We know that the purges are still raging in 2039, so whatever happens in Staten Island can’t end them. That’s a truly depressing thought on this Independence Day holiday: There will be more blood in the streets, not less.