Midsommar ★★★★½

Whenever I rewatch an Ari Aster film I instantly remember the time when I watched this and Hereditary side by side a year ago and how traumatic it truly felt. Midsommar is a psychological horror film about a couple who traveled to Sweden to attend a midsummer festival, not knowing the sinister truths that the tribe hides. While it may not seem obvious to some, but I feel like I’ve watched the five stages of grief performed cinematically through the life of the main protagonist, Dani. Losing not just one but multiple loved ones in your life can be very traumatic and depressing that you’ll do anything to forget, even if it means joining a cult, and it’s this predatory behavior that makes people incredibly susceptible to cult-like groups as they target the most vulnerable and shower them with love and support. Psychedelic horror is not a new genre but Aster managed to revolutionize it by transforming an innocent idea of traveling to a foreign country for a midsummer festival into something ominous as that of a all-white cult performing borderline crazy sacrifices and traditions every single year. The hypnotizing imagery, added with a top-notch cinematography and music score, made the experience even more terrifying as the film slowly digs up its dark secrets one by one, ending with a cathartic final scene that will make you either worry for her or celebrate with her. This is my favorite Florence Pugh performance to date, as she showcased her versatility from start to end. All in all, this film was a wild ride that forces you to finish it and can even be used as an alternative to therapy as you’ll feel a surge of liberation after watching it. And yes, you will never ever see me going to a midsummer festival in the Scandinavian area like ever. This film just scarred me too much I can’t even begin to explain how.