Aster unleashes the morbid humor that colored the margins of “Hereditary,” while also doubling down on his visualization of how grief disorients, how it makes empathy looks and taste like poison, and the sincerity is obliterated from everyone around you, and the power to make others feel like you do feels...damn good. This movie uses horror as a means to an end; this is a druggy, disorienting breakup comedy that uses pagan blood-letting for shock beats. Not “elevating” the genre, just stripping it for parts and leaning into its absurdity. Aster’s a wiseass, and that’s what’s going to give him his staying power.