Wes’s review published on Letterboxd:
”You’re Americans. Just jam yourselves in there.”
when i first saw Hereditary, i talked about my experience being a rejection of catharsis through horror, like being plunged into a dimension of deceit that i had no way of getting out of. i expected something similar, somewhat, with Midsommar, but what i found instead was invitation. not to purge any negative feelings, not to try to forget about myself for a few hours, but just accept. like an angry god that coasts on its own twisted serenity, Midsommar is aware of (and capitalizes on) its own collision of light and dark, and what side wins out when you finally know how to free yourself of your own grievances. skål!