Leave the World Behind Makes the Apocalypse Fun

Pessimism over the future of our world has led to a glut of dour, flavorless dystopian media, treated with the gravitas of real-world catastrophe which has not yet come to pass. This is what I expected as I sat down for Mr. Robot creator Sam Esmail’s screen adaptation of Leave the World Behind, based on the 2020 novel by Rumaan Alam. The apocalypse isn’t exactly a pleasant thing to think about, sure, but it’s not necessarily happening right now at this exact moment, and it may never happen at all. Still, the topic is handled by current pop culture with a near-comical level of sobriety that has already been regurgitated multiple times this year alone.
I also didn’t have much expectation for a film released by Netflix, who, despite David Fincher’s recent insistence has the best “quality control” out of all the streamers producing original content, has abysmal quality control and tends to put their money into the fakest movies imaginable—especially, I feel, when it comes to their action/thrillers (ironically, not including Fincher’s own recent Netflix production, The Killer). Yet what I got from Esmail’s sophomore feature (his first since 2014’s ill-received rom-com Comet), was akin to sci-fi blockbusters of yesteryear with a light, practically Spielbergian touch and sense of adventure, bolstered by a score from Mac Quayle that imbues wonder and intrigue and an excruciating acceleration of tension. Suddenly, the apocalypse felt fun—at least, to watch on a movie screen.
Park Slope couple Clay (Ethan Hawke) and Amanda Sandford (Julia Roberts) decide to take a much-needed, but very last-minute getaway at a wooded Long Island beach house with their two teen kids, Archie (Charlie Evans) and Friends-obsessed Rose (Farrah Mackenzie). Not long after arriving at their grand rental home—a place where they can “leave the world behind,” as per the listing—the family makes a beach trip during which a gigantic tanker interrupts the idyllic scene by barreling horrifyingly into the shore.
The crash is chalked up by beach officials to an issue with the mapping system. The Sandfords return to their rental, only to discover that WiFi and phone signals are all curiously out. A man who doles out benefit-of-the-doubts a little too willfully, Clay thinks nothing of it. But Amanda, a distrustful paranoiac who openly claims to hate people, can’t shake the feeling that something is wrong.
This fear is only exacerbated upon the late-night arrival of the genial G.H. Scott (Mahershala Ali) and his headstrong daughter Ruth (Myha’la). The duo claims to be the rightful owners of the home, G.H. explaining that he’s the one who had communicated with Amanda himself over the rental agreement. Seeking shelter in the blackout after a symphony, G.H. further elaborates that a bad knee caused the pair to choose the house in the woods over the city walk-up during an emergency. But Amanda is suspicious of this admittedly weak excuse, partly due to her instinct to protect her own children and her anxiety about the blackout; though, we quickly learn that the father-daughter pair are indeed hiding something crucial. But Ruth feels that Amanda’s mistrust is guided by other, more subconscious prejudices, linked, for example, to the insistence that the Scotts sleep in the basement guest room while the Sandfords luxuriate in the Scott family’s rightful beds. The next day, when the Sandfords discover that their way back to New York City has been blocked by an endless self-driven Tesla crash (genuinely hilarious), it becomes clear that something very sinister, very far-reaching and virtually unknowable is afoot.