Rembrandt Q Pumpernickel’s review published on Letterboxd:
I feel like Ari Aster is neither self-recriminating or silly enough to make a Verhoeven/Dante/Roth style critique nor genuinely insightful or talented enough to make a Kubrick/Sono/Kurosawa style genuinely unnerving horror film. These are some of my favorite directors, yet Aster feels both close to their sensibilities yet wildly far away from reaching their heights. If I had to guess why, I believe it's because the elements of his films that are critical are societal and anthropological, excepting him from the critique, but lack the specificity and poison to land him in the latter group.
A lot of the stuff that the cult does is actually good imo, and I wonder how Aster feels about that (i.e. everyone crying and grieving together for instance).